The Banker's Holiday

Day 20

[SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING !!!]

FELICITY WAS out by the pool with a coffee. David had gone to work. Erica had not left her room yet. She'd probably overdone it last night, but Felicity wasn't taking any chances. Looking around as a final check, she called Russell.

She'd got his number and set out the ground rules after they dressed yesterday. She could call him, since he was single, but he could only message her, and then she'd call him back. It was the only way to run a clandestine affair. She'd learnt that with Teddy.
Russell answered.
"Hi," she said.
"Hi. What do you want to do today? Go somewhere or fuck?"

To the point.

Russell was like that. Despite hardly knowing each other, he already knew her inside out on some things. He was teasing her. It was a very silly question to ask her. He knew it too.

"How about we fuck, go somewhere, then fuck some more?" she giggled.
"I knew you'd say that," he said laughing. "I'll be waiting."

He hung up. He was like that too, keeping her hanging. In the air, on tenterhooks, deliciously just short of an orgasm. He was the master of anticipation, amongst things.
How long should she wait before she went to him? She didn't want him to think she was that keen, although in reality it was more of a question of how long she could go before she felt his magic touch on her again.

Felicity sighed. This man had got right under her skin and so quickly too.

DAVID WAS on his second coffee. What was he going to do today? Not play silly buggers again with Diane, that was for sure. However she played it, he had to keep hammering away until she yielded to him, and he couldn't hammer her with his charm unless he saw her. Only after that could he hammer her with something else.

He called her.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she said back.
"Where were you yesterday?"
David instantly regretted it, but he was getting unusually possessive about Diane.
"In the office."
In the office?
It was the last place he would have thought of. In fact it hadn't even crossed his mind.
"Why?"
He could imagine Diane rolling her eyes at him.
"Because the job's not finished just because you signed on the line and partied."

That hurt.

"There's things to tidy up, stuff to sort and file, copies to be emailed, a report to be typed up. That's without a sexual harassment claim."

Diane giggled loud on the end of the line. He knew she was joking. Well, he was pretty sure she was.

"I see. Yes, I'd forgotten about that."
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you want to know where I was? If you're asking where I was, I presume it's because you went to my hotel, and found I wasn't there. What did you want?"
She was sharp, he had to give her that.
"I wanted to invite you to lunch."

There was silence at the other end. She was also sharp enough to consider all the ramifications of what he was saying. He was not handling this with his usual suave flair. She was taking control here.

"Okay. What if I let you buy me lunch today, will that do?"
"Deal."
"Book a place and let me know where and when."
She hung up.

Masterful.

Diane might well turn out to be his trickiest conquest yet. David adored the chase though. Bring it on! He'd nail her in the end, one way or another.

ERICA'S HEAD was pounding as if a huge gang of Irish navvies was wielding sledgehammers inside it. She dragged herself out of bed for some headache pills and a coffee, then went back to bed.