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Chapter Three

Quickly, Frankie found her bag and sent a quick text to Anna and Reece.

<Have majorly fucked up. Need a quick exit without Mallory busting my arse. Will meet you both downstairs on the corner, be ready to leg it. If I'm not there in 10 do not leave me here alone, I can't be trusted! Fx>

Opening the door slowly she checked the coast was clear and made her way across the room towards the lifts, but as they were in sight she saw Adam with a short redhead with a very sharp, shoulder length bob and what was probably an even sharper tongue judging by the way Adam flinched. She would never have had him pegged as henpecked, but she didn't know him from, well Adam, she thought with a giggle before remembering he was blocking her exit.

The message alert on her phone was loud and drew attention, including Adam's making her drop to the floor behind a group of people who were now looking down at her suspiciously.

"Sorry, dropped my phone," she lied before getting up slowly, heading for a corner and reading her message.

<What have you done? Mallory? Double what have you done? 10 minutes, love ya Rx>

Frankie watched a waiter with a tray of drinks make his way back to the makeshift bar and then smiled as he grabbed a jacket and disappeared through some double doors behind it, maybe going on a break or something meaning that there may be another exit. She followed his route and as she found herself on the stairs she clapped and giggled until she saw the waiter who was texting on his own phone watching her curiously.

"The lift is through the doors, right, right and then right again through the doors," he told her, "And this place has smoke detectors everywhere so outside is the only place for a fag," he added.

"I can't use the main lift, are there any others?" she asked optimistically.

"Yes, but because of this shindig they have turned the others off, so just the ones you're avoiding, or the stairs."

"The stairs," mused Frankie.

"Yup, all forty flights, well eighty as each floor is separated by two flights."

"Fucking hell!" cried Frankie looking down at her shoes that were not built for eighty flights of stairs.

The waiter laughed at her expression and observation, "Enjoy your walk," he told her as he slipped his phone back into his pocket and headed back inside.

"Bollocks, bollocks, bollocks!" she cried before bending down and removing her shoes to descend the stairs.

By the time she was a quarter of the way down she was cursing her feet, Adam and mainly Reece and Anna for pressing submit on her on-line application for this stupid competition and it's prize she was now stuck with.

Adam headed to what would be his office once furnished having placated his pain in the arse sister-in-law and prevented her calling his mother and distressing her and now he intended to finish what he'd started, but not here; Francesca pressed against a wall was a very attractive proposition, but she deserved better than that, he didn't know why he was so certain of that, but he was and he was determined that they would not be interrupted again.

He'd seen her friends leave only a few moments before, so he'd go back in his office and kiss her again, she tasted divine, like the most exquisite wine mixed with the most addictive drug and that was just her mouth. When he thought of how she'd touched herself to his specifications and then virtually fed her own sweet nectar to him his erection lurched forward against his trousers, fuck that had been hot.