Chapter 8
by 
Noah_Peal
Who walked into the room?
Best friend's wife
In walked Bridget, a Norwegian blonde you knew as your best friend's wife. From the moment you saw her, you lusted after her, but you knew it would be wrong, even now, when Bridget was obviously going outside her marriage for sex and you weren't yourself.
You pretended to be intensely interested in your drink and hoped she went to the other side of the room.
"Tasty," Bridget's voice sung in your ear.
"Yes, you agreed, lifting your drink, intentionally not looking at your best friend's wife, "It is."
"That too."
You almost choked on your drink.
"Are you here alone tonight?"
Do you turn Bridget down?
