She's amused

When the door closes, Laurel leans back and chuckles throatily, wiping the last drops of your come off her lips and licking her fingers.

"That was hilarious, John. I thought you were going to have a seizure. It reminds me of the time Jim Gavin walked in and caught us fucking on top of your desk. I thought he was going to fire us both," she sighs at the memory.

"He just laughed," you say.

"Yeah, and then the two of you shared me. Spitroasted me over the desk, even traded ends a couple of times, dirty bastards that you were," she gives you a look of mock anger.

"We had a few sessions like that, as I recall," you say. "I don't remember you complaining. In fact, I remember you being pretty enthusiastic."

"Whatever do you mean, Mr. Chandler," she says, feigning modesty. "I was a poor helpless girl, trapped in the clutches of a ruthless man who dominated me totally. Even to the point of turning me out to his boss." The two of you share a laugh and you help her off her knees, kissing her fondly.

"So have you fucked Miss Twit yet? She's obviously **** for it."

"Not yet. I'm enjoying how she responds to discipline. I want her crawling for it."

"From the sounds of her, she's not far from that point. Look at the time, I have to run. Are you home for dinner, or are you working late on Miss Twit?" she nods towards the door and grins at you. "You know I don't mind sharing you lover, as long as I stay Top Bitch." She kisses you lustfully.

"Sounds like you're the one who needs a little discipline Laurel," you tell her with mock sternness, and see her shudder a bit in anticipation.

"I'm yours to discipline as you please, Master," she replies meekly, then in an immediate change of tone and demeanor, "But I really have to run. Walk me to the door, please.

The two of you walk to the door and open it. Laurel turns in the doorway and gives you a lingering kiss then stepping back pretends to notice Meghan for the first time.

"Oh hello...Meghan isn't it? I just dropped in to take John to lunch but he can't get away, the poor thing. Well, I must run. Bye love, and Meghan, you take good care of my husband." She gives a brief wave and walks away, her hips swaying.

Meghan's mouth is open in shock, and a blush creeps up her face. She stares after your wife, and then at you, confusion in her eyes.

"I didn't know Mrs. Chandler was visiting. I did...didn't see her in your office. Did...did she...did she hear what I said?"

"Every word, Meghan. Every word." She buries her blushing face in her hands.