I could be...maybe...

Your head spins and you struggle to breath. You look around at the party, lights and colours swirling. You feel drunk but it isn't just the ****. It's the excitement, the lust and the desire. The want to be naughty. Thoughts of your husband are far away. Everything swirls around you as background sights and sounds. All that matters is you and Mr Longstreet in this booth. You don't know why, but you want to be naughty with him. To show off to him in public. It's so naughty, so risky, so bad.

Your cheeks are flushed as you look back up at him through your eyelashes. You smile, biting your lip and remove your hand from his thigh. Slowly you grip the bottom of your dress. You can see the anticipation in his eyes as he eagerly waits for you to follow his instructions. He seems to be on edge, tense like a hunter in the last moments of stalking his prey. And you suddenly realise that's exactly what he is. He's a lion and you're a gazelle caught in his gaze. You shiver as everything is laid bare to you. You know that this is the moment. If you obey, he catches you and will devour you.

You struggle on the edge of falling into his trap. Part of you wants to take the plunge. But the rest of you is holding you back. Your loyalty to your husband. Your modesty. The shame and fear of being caught. The anguish you would cause if Troy found out. You so desperately want to ignore it all. In this moment you want to take the plunge and forget it all. But you can't. You need someone to push you.

You smile and let go of your dress. You bring one hand to your face, biting your finger tip. You pick up your now empty glass with your other hand. "I could be...maybe...maybe be a naughty little wife with another drink or two?"

Mr Longstreet smirks and nods. "Happy to oblige Mrs Edwards." He leans forward, grabbing the vodka bottle and pouring a splash into your drink. Eyes meeting, you slowly down the drink.