A woman... a beautiful woman.

Riley King ( age: 30 )

"That's good, I was just about to make some tea." the woman says with a smile. A charming smile, she looks so pristine in a lingerie set that screams anything but:

It was common for wives and such to wear outfits that best suited their spouses in the home. And what usually fitted men was a collection of a black bra with black panties. The man you devoted yourself to name all across it.

It was a clear sign that you were lucky to have a black man in your life.

And this woman's attire said "KING" everywhere.

"Are you a chamomile or green tea type of girl?" she said with a smile before sitting down on the couch next to Claire. Claire looks her up and down before the woman smacks her forehead. "Oh duh - she's probably super confused right now!" her hand dutifuly goes out to shake and Claire takes it.

"Riley King. I'm King's wife."

"Claire...Danvers, I'm his -"

"Assistant, I know. Honestly I'm impressed it's not often he brings an assistant home." she says with a raised eyebrow. The clues start to come together. The extravagant bed, the beautiful wife, the scent. This was -

Claire fumbles, a blush appearing on her cheeks before Riley laughs.

"Don't get too nervous it's fine! He told me that you blacked out while doing your job so he took you back here. Put some clothes on you." Riley smiles before running her hand on Claire's cheek. "It was a treat you know, seeing him come home with you in his arms like that. You must have done a good job because he looked pretty satisfied."

"He got a call from some women, someone he didn't like. A Laura?" Claire asks.

"Mmh, old business rival. Old flame. Broken trust and all that." Riley stands up and holds out her hand for Claire, the younger woman takes it, realizing just how big this shirt is on her as it covers her entire frame. "He usually comes home and fucks me for hours to get his mind off of it, but you took that job for me."

Riley laughs - "Though it's not like I didn't pleasure him anyways." Makes a motion to her lips and leaves the rest to Claire's imagination.