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Chapter 29 by kinkygeek kinkygeek

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Greg's executive suite^`

After a moment's hesitation, you nod to yourself and swipe the key. The elevator ascends past the regular numbered floors and finally reaches the executive floor all the way at the top. As it rises, you feel your preoccupation with Dave's affair with Diane start to drift away as if you left it behind on the other floor. The doors open, and you step out onto a floor that looks entirely different than the one you left. The lavish carpet under your feet stretches down a spacious hallway adorned with large paintings and tapestries. The sheer opulence of this floor makes you feel a bit out of place, like Dorothy in Oz or Alice in Wonderland.

Soon, you reach Greg's suite. Taking a deep breath, you swipe the key against the lock. It flashes green, and you hear the lock unlatch. Opening the door, you step inside and marvel at the extravagance. The main room has a full wet bar to the side and a sofa and chaise lounge placed around a large glass table. Under the tabletop is a circular fish tank filled with several exotic species of fish. On one side is a kitchen area with solid marble countertops and a large table and several chairs made of intricately carved wood. On the other side is a bedroom with a giant bed with satin sheets in the center.

As you walk into the bedroom, you notice something folded up in the middle of the bed. Sitting on top is a card with your name on it. As you unfold it, you see it's a silk nightgown.

"That sly silver fox!" you say to yourself before slipping out of your outfit and into the nightgown. It fits perfectly, and the silk feels so smooth against your skin! If you weren't so tired, you would call Greg and ask him to come up so you could thank him properly. Maybe he could join you for some afternoon delight once you've rested up. That could be just what you need to take your mind off this whole business with Dave and Diane, at least for now anyway. The thought rolls around playfully in your head as you slide under the covers and drift off to sleep.

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