Emma. A 32 year old former model.

Emma is a marketing manager at my office. She is blonde, six feet tall with long limbs which makes her incredibly elegant and very graceful. Always dressed in fine fashionable clothes, she literally glides across the floor when she walks.

A real life Disney Princess.

It's also her kind nature, her warm and friendly personality that makes Emma so damn lovely. She is prim and proper, real marriage material. In fact, despite being a most beautiful woman, she was the first person to take interest in me when I joined the company. I couldn't believe it when she took the time to get to know me. I'm not ugly or lame in any sense but I'm a 7.5 at best and she is 9+.

So Emma made me feel really special. I just wanted to drown in her ocean blue eyes

Everyday at work I looked forward to my lunch so I could go down to the canteen and lose myself for forty five minutes with Emma.

Despite only being friends I felt a little guilty as I had been married for almost a decade to a truly marvelous woman. A woman I knew I was lucky to be with. And a woman who gave me everything I ever needed or even dreamed of.

Emma too, had just returned from her honeymoon.

But Emma and I never touched and never ever suggested anything untoward.We were friends but there was an undeniable attraction there.

Particularly on my part.

I was always on the late lunch but Emma took an even later one, only coming in for the final twenty minutes then staying later. When I asked her why she liked to eat alone she told me it was because she liked to eat in peace. I asked, "Peace?"

"Yes."

"From?"

"The sellers. They all think they're god's gift to women. They never leave me alone. They're like flies around dog turd. Every guy here must have asked me out at least once."

"Ah… and I'm a married man."

"Exactly, plus you seem really honest and a good husband."

I smugly admitted. "I am.'

I wasn't surprised the sellers try their luck with Emma. I'm also not surprised when Emma told me she had modelled professionally. It was while she was studying marketing that she was first picked up by a modelling agency. What was supposed to be a bit of fun during her student days soon became a career that took her around the world.

Emma left the fashion industry last year to marry and settle down then start a family. A large wholesome smile would always cross her perfect face when she told me she was trying for kids.

Despite being an odd couple we were both professionals of a similar age and background, and both married without children. So we naturally had lots of things to talk about and experiences to share. We even arranged a double date with our partners but we're yet to set a date in concrete for one reason or another. (Our partners not so keen)

Then one day, Emma disappeared.

I just thought she had gone on a holiday she hadn't told me about. Which was strange as we talked about everything and anything but no last minute holidays were ever mentioned.

A week turned into two.

Then after almost a month Emma returned. She was only wearing a dark hoodie with jeans, no makeup and her blonde hair tied back. Unusually for her she looked rough. As she greeted me with a weak smile I could see her eyes were heavy with emotion.

I put down my sandwich box and bottle of water on the table, then took a seat opposite Emma. "Hi, Em."

"Hi Dan." Her wry smile did little to hide her inner torment.

"Everything OK? You don't look yourself."

Emma sighed… she looked exhausted and forlorn. "Well…"

She didn't tell me there and then. But I later found out that, t after investing in a large house on a leafy street, Emma found out her husband of three months had fucked her best mate the night before their wedding.

Emma kicked him out and was now a broken woman.

But I also felt she kicked me out, because we barely talked after that. Emma went home for lunch or ate at her desk. If she did go to the canteen it was only after I left.

I felt I had lost my special friend.

I don't know why she distanced me. It hurt. But no doubt it was nothing compared to what Emma was experiencing.

Over the coming weeks I found out poor Emma was going through a messy divorce and enduring bouts of depression. She didn't tell me this but I walked in on a number of phone conversations which Emma was having with banks, lawyers and therapists while she was alone in the canteen.

A stressed Emma would only offer a wry smile, and I'd just quickly make my coffee before leaving her alone on her call.

Emma's whole life was falling to bits and none of it was her fault. The situation had robbed Emma of her peace of mind.

Shattered her dreams as well life.

And I lost my friend.

~

Then, about six months after her darkest day, I walked into the canteen and Emma pulled out a chair in the canteen. "Dan, come sit. No phone calls today."

"I'm meant to be working. Just topping up my coffee."

"Just tell your boss that marketing needed you for five minutes. I'll cover you if needed."

I smiled a bit more than should as I took my seat. "So. How are you?"

"Better. I've managed to straighten a few things in my head. Come to terms with my situation. And You?"

"I can't complain. Life is good. I'm still married." Straight away I thought… did I honestly just say that…

Emma smiled then checked her mobile."Nice." But she then beamed at me. It was wide, almost cheeky. "The Summer Conference is next week. I take it you're going?"

"I don't have the choice. Everyone has to go."

"True. To be honest, I know you're going. Because I've been doing the tables, and I've sat you next to me."

"Oh… not with my team?"

Emma explained. "We're not sitting in teams this year. Not for the office staff. Just telesales and field."

"Great. It will be good to talk to you. And catch up."

"I hope you don't mind dancing."

"Dancing?"

"Yes. I want to have a good time." Emma let out a sigh."It's been a hard time for me recently."

"I don't mind dancing." I laughed. "But other people might. Because I'm terrible."

"I won't mind. Not at all. I'm looking forward to spending time with you outside the office "

I was buzzing for the rest of the week. Yet, I did my best not to get too carried away. Not that I could do anything about it, being a married man n'all.

In truth. By feeling the way I did, was I already cheating, wasn't I?

~

It was a warm summer evening in the landscaped grounds of an old georgian mansion. We alighted from a coach the company had put on for their annual see awards, and most of us were already half cooked after drinking on the journey.

Like all the other men I was dressed in a tux and the women were all in their ball gowns or cocktail dresses.

Emma was dressed in a long figure hugging pink ball gown. It showed the shape of her ample chest and curvy butt. Her hair was tied into a tight bun that showed off her expensive earrings and necklace.

I've often thought it but she really did look like an actress from the 40s.

At first we mixed in our groups for the first half hour or so, but Emma soon caught up with me at the outdoor bar.

It felt like she was making more than just an effort to find me. I felt she was pursuing me.

We complimented each other and began small talk. Then suddenly Emma said,"Hold this." She handed me her glass of champagne then took out her phone from her clutch bag. "I've never shown you, have I?"

"Shown me what?"

Emma beamed. "My modelling pictures."

"Oh… no, you haven't?" I had looked for them online and found some shots she had done for a high street fashion chain.

As she swiped through her modelling pictures. I didn't know where to look as I was seeing a girl I had admired and beginning to fall for, in skimpy beachwear. Her toned and tanned body looked every bit the beach babe. Her eyes a vibrant blue as rolled around the white sand in red two piece. Yet, It was also a little sad to see she was living on past glories. Emma then rested her weight against me, and asked, "So, what do you think? It was a shoot I did for H&M back in 2012."

"Erm… well, rather Impressive."

Emma felt my cheek. "You're burning up."

"I'm doing more than burning up."

The call was made for dinner and we made our way to the lawn which was set as an outdoor dining room. Emma and I conversed as friends but I couldn't help but imagine her in a bikini she showed me in the H&M shoot.

And I think she knew what she had done. In a moment of silence Emma asked. "You look like you're daydreaming…"

"Do I?"

"I have something else. But first let's snap a selfie." She shuffled her chair closer to mine. Resting her head on mine she snapped a picture of us both. Then several more until we looked like a loved up couple. But while she had her phone out she began scrolling. Then, "Aha. There they are." Emma winked at me. "Check out these." Leaning into me, I could smell her perfume as she to me through an extensive gallery of her in various lacy french underwear. Some of them she was cavorting with a handsome black guy, others with a Chinese girl. She then tapped my hand."What do you think?"

"Stunning. "

"Aw thank you. It was Anne Summers Valentine collection 2014." Emma left her hand on mine. And left it to linger. "It was a fun weekend."

"I bet it was."

Emma took a sip of her pink gin. "And just so you know… I got to keep all the underwear." She winked with a cheeky grin. "And I may just be wearing some tonight."

Guilt levels suddenly shot through the roof. Emma was being openly flirty with me now. Still resting her hand on mine, making rude jokes and the like. If I wasn't married i'd be sure of scoring. But I'm married. And now I felt uncomfortable. I withdrew my hand.

After the dimmer and long drawn out award ceremony,, a band came on stage and started playing soft rock.

I made my way to the front trying to distance myself from Emma.

But Emma b-lined straight over. She draped her arms over my shoulders, then breathed into my ear."So... Tell me..."

I turned to face Emma. "What?"

"Can you dance?"

"Like a grand dad."

"Then it's a good job I like older men." Emma leaned into kiss me. She rested her lips on mine but I quickly pulled back.

"Emma. I'm married. You, know that, right."

I ruefully watched on as Emma's already brittle heart broke once more. It happened in slow motion, the fall of her cheekbones, the drop of her jaw, the rising tears, the loss of faith. It then dawned on her what she had done.

Emma stepped backwards, her eyes quickly filling with tears. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

"No. Don't be. It's…"

"Oh, God what have I done? I've turned into everything I hate." Emma faced about showing me her back then stormed away in tears, cutting through the crowd of drunk colleagues… all watching her then looking at me, wondering what the fuck just happened.

I followed her into the hotel and down the moodily lit corridors to a room. "You booked a room?"

"Yes."

"It must have a cost a bomb."

"I was hoping…" Emma stared at me through tear filled eyes. Her mascara running in riveilletes of black. "... that you would have made it worth every penny."

"There is nothing more I would have wanted… but."

"There's always a but. But that's the sign of a good man. A loving and loyal man. The man I always wanted. And man I would love to love me. And that's why I love you so much." Emma stepped up to me and embraced me, resting her head against mine. "Forgive me for being drunk and emotional. But I have fallen in love."

I now felt guilty for my wife and for Emma. Because I worked her hard. But I never expected this. I never realised I was in fact a womanizer.

We stayed in each others arms for what felt like hours but only minutes. Emma cried into the crux of my neck as she clung to me tight, tearfully repeating her apologies.

Finally Emma gathered herself enough to step back but still held my hand, gesturing, longingly towards the door of the bedroom.

But I didn't enter. This caused Emma to sigh, the say, "Fine. But wait for me, I won't be long. Promise" She entered the room and closed the behind her.

I waited for five minutes, turning things over in my mind. Despite the fact Emma is a super model who for some reason likes me… a lot. And she is a good friend. As a husband I did the right thing. But maybe what I had done wrong was grooming Emma. I knew she was going through a rough time but still led her on.

But as I was thinking this Emma stepped out of the bathroom. She had fixed makeup and refreshed herself. But had also changed clothes from a pink ball down to a tight red mini dress. She smiled at me, reached in for a kiss, resting her lips on mine. "Forget about what happened. My fault. But I want you to watch what you could have had, if things were different."

Taking my hand she walked me back to the dancefloor. Picking up a glass of champagne from a waiter's tray and necking it in one go.

It was clear Emma was on a mission.

Emma let go of my hand, then winked seductively. "Watch how easy it is for me pick up a stranger. And see how much you're missing out on."

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