What's Andrea's Problem?

Christine didn't know what Andrea's problem was. It wasn't as if they had never had guests for dinner before. The previous weekend, Andrea herself had brought three friends from work over for drinks! Why, then, was he making such a big deal about William?

Okay, she had to admit, it was a little irregular. Inviting an employee over was different than a coworker. If word got out that William had come over, it would severely damage her image as a tough boss. That said, Christine owed it to William to come over. She had, after all, slapped him! And all he had done was grab her breast, the breast that she loved him watching, the breast that she had obviously been teasing him with, giving him mixed signals.

It was a conundrum. Christine craved William's attention, but she knew that the more she put herself on display for him, the more he would get the wrong idea. It was her fault, really, and she wouldn't be surprised if more misunderstandings would happen. She closed her eyes and let her head rest on her pillow. Ever since Andrea's outburst, Christine had been hiding out in their bedroom, not wanting to bother explaining the situation to her wife again. For some reason, despite being an extremely intelligent woman, Andrea just couldn't get her head around what had happened.

"What do you mean he grabbed your breast?!" Andrea had freaked.

"You're getting it all wrong," Christine had said, trying to help her wife catch up, "It was only because he thought I wanted him to."

"You wanted him to?!"

"Obviously not, baby," Christine rolled her eyes, "You don't have to be jealous. I'm all yours!"

"Then why would he think that?"

"Well, he was checking me out all day, and I guess I wasn't discouraging him..."

"He was doing what?!" Andrea yelled, standing up from the dinner table, her dessert untouched, "Why didn't you fire him?"

"I couldn't! I slapped him!" Christine said, "And now I feel terrible. Besides, I could get in a lot of trouble if anyone found out that I hit him like that."

"BUT HE GRABBED YOUR BOOB!"

"Yes, honey," Christine said, exasperated, "We've been over that."

It didn't improve from there. There was yelling. There was screaming. Eventually, Andrea stormed out to the living room while Christine retreated to the bedroom. She suspected that Andrea would be on couch that evening. She was so mad! Maybe the whole thing was just a little too unconventional for Andrea, or maybe it was because Andrea was jealous. Honestly, Christine couldn't figure it out. All she knew was that she was going to have William over for dinner the next day, and that it would be lovely.

Oh, she also knew that she was craving his attention. It had been hours since her employee had ogled her body. Luckily, she had promised to text her address to the young man. As she held her phone over her head, ensuring that her breasts were on display in the pink nightie she had put on, she took a selfie. Then, attaching it to a text, she sent it to William, immediately followed by her address. She could just imagine him looking at his phone and enjoying the view. It put butterflies in her stomach.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Christine recognized that she was a beautiful woman. No wonder William liked to stare at her. Her mind wandered to her lingerie drawer. The nightie had been the first thing on top, but there were so many things she had accumulated over the years, some she hadn't put on since she had first bought it. Maybe, since Andrea wouldn't be joining her in their room that night, it was an opportunity to make sure that it all still fit. And, just to kill two birds with one stone, she could send some shots of her fashion show over to William. A smile crept onto her lips, thankful for her smart phone and her unlimited data plan.