1. Charlie's Law


    Date: 6/16/2016, Categories: Seduction, Author: henrygatewood, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    to annoy anyone who was actually listening. No-one was. Then I saw her, and the rest of the room seemed to fade and darken out of all relevance. She was standing in the wide, grand doorway that led into the restaurant from the bar. She was tall, shapely, and wore a long black figure-hugging evening dress that reached almost to the floor. Her skin was the colour of coffee with a little too much cream; her auburn hair glowed in the candlelight like dry rust in the setting sun. Her eyes were dark and wide, and even from this distance they pulled at me like the gravity-well of some massive, distant star. She was standing there alone, and something about her stance suggested she was annoyed about something. A waiter went up to her and bowed so low that his mop of hair practically wiped the floor, then led her to a table set slightly apart from the rest, near to the tall windows which looked out onto the terrace and, beyond, to the glittering London skyline across the river. She was still, just, within my field of view. She ordered wine - red - and sat there taking small sips from a large glass. She looked right at me a couple of times, but I couldn’t read her expression. Each time I tried to hold her gaze I found my fingers drifting and had to turn back to the music. I made up my mind to walk as close as possible to her table when I made for the staff areas, and see if I could make more meaningful eye-contact. I don’t know why - her wedding ring was clearly visible. Sometimes I ...
    like to torture myself, I guess. I never got the chance. Her husband - I assumed - arrived breathlessly at her table a few minutes later. She didn’t stand or hug him, but greeted him with a thin mouth-only smile, and allowed him to kiss her cheek. He sat down opposite her, gesturing and talking quickly. His suit looked like it had cost more than my car, and the gold watch I saw glinting from one wrist had probably cost more than my house. He was clearly apologising for being late, and she was clearly having none of it - only regarding him with a cold, hard stare, still sipping at her wine. It amused me to think that no matter how much money a man might have, he still cannot escape the icy, heart-rending bite of a woman’s deepest scorn. I tried to put all thought of her out of my mind, and quickly reached the end of the last piece. I closed the old wooden lid over the new plastic keys and stood up. I took one last look at the auburn-haired woman before walking away. To my shock and near-horror I saw that her husband was sitting sideways on his chair, turned away from her and talking on his phone. A Valentine’s meal with his stunningly beautiful wife, and he was taking a call! Her eyes looked like they should be boring holes into the side of his skull. I shook my head, disbelieving. I realised that I had been standing there staring for some seconds just as a voice hissed, right by my ear: “ Randall! ” I turned to find the head waiter’s sneering, oily face very close to mine. ...
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