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Christine was ready. Yes, the evening hadn't gone as planned, but so many things in life were like that. You don't get to be the manager of a Hallworth's Department Store without being able to roll with the punches. And roll she did.

Her expectations for the evening had been simple: A simple dinner with her wife Andrea and her employee William. Yes, she'd have to be careful not to flaunt her body in front of William too obviously with Andrea in the room, but she could do it. She was a professional, after all, and William was her employee. Besides, if she behaved herself, she could always sneak off after William left and send him some more text messages. That was almost as good as showing off in person.

A shiver went up her spine. In person. She just loved it when William's eyes were on her. More specifically, on her her body. She didn't care if William saw her as a person. The idea of being gawked at, objectified, seen as less than the sum of her parts, she loved it all. Butterflies flitted in her stomach as the imagined her employee's gaze as he stared at her cleavage. She wondered if people would start to talk if she lined up his schedule to perfectly match hers at the office. Maybe he'd even take a promotion to Assistant Manager, just so they could work more closely together.

It wasn't sexual. Gross, no. Christine was still solidly a lesbian. Nothing had changed that. Yes, she loved being stared at by William, but that was something between the two of them. But the idea of being physical with him? Ew.

Of course, if he did touch her, grab her, have a lapse of judgement, it wouldn't really be his fault. She was the one leading him on, after all. So a few slip-ups here and there would be understandable. She'd have to have a firm talk with him, but if he were to squeeze a boob or grab her ass every once and a while, Christine would get over it. Besides, getting too angry at him might chase him away, and then she'd lose the thing she loved.

Dinner would have been lovely too. Andrea, Christine's beautiful wife, would have loved William. She was sure of it! But for some reason Andrea couldn't get over the fact that Christine hadn't fired him after he'd made his little mistake at work. Who cares if he'd grabbed her breasts? She'd slapped him, after all. He'd just made a quick error in judgement. She'd assaulted him! Dinner was the least she could do!

But Andrea had refused. She'd looked Christine right in the eye and said that she was staying at her sister's that night. That she'd have nothing to do with William or the dinner. Christine had been heartbroken. Not only was Andrea letting her down as a partner, but as she left her eyes had taken in Christine's outfit, a short pair of Daisy Dukes and a revealing crop top, both of which Christine had bought that morning during an early morning shopping trip, Christine realized that she felt none of the affectionate excitement from Andrea's eyes that she felt from William's. It was his gaze that she loved, not Andrea's.

Of course she'd had to let William know. The deal had been dinner with the both of them. With Christine being the only one who'd be there, William would need to be informed.

Don't worry about it, he responded over text, I'll be over in a few minutes to drop something off for you. Text me your address.

Which, of course, she did. With a down-the-blouse shot of her breasts to follow it up. All worry about the dinner evaporated as soon as she received his text. He was right. There was nothing to worry about. So Andrea left. She'd be back. And Christine would have plenty of time to spend with William. It would all work out.

And true to his word, within thirty minutes, William was at her door. A thrill ran up her spine as his eyes took her in, standing in the doorway, wearing a pink bikini that Andrea had bought her on their trip to Mexico the previous winter.

"Hi William," she said with a smile, leaning forward so he had a better view of her breasts, "I'm glad you could make it."

"Change of plans," he said, holding a tray of brownies, "Take these. I want you to call your wife and tell her you're sorry, that she was right. Dress more like you would have a couple days ago. Really sell it that it was your fault. Then go see her and give her the brownies. Tell her you made them as an olive branch, to make it up to her."

Christine thought it through. She felt an initial sense of disappointment that she wouldn't have William's eyes on her during dinner, but his plan made a lot of sense. Her marriage was important, after all. She needed to save it. So she'd tell a bit of a fib that Andrea was right, but who cares. She could keep her new love to her workplace, be stared at all day long, then come home and have a good, healthy relationship with Andrea. And brownies! Andrea loved brownies! Christine couldn't wait to give her the gift. She even got to take credit for it! William was such a good guy!

"That's very kind of you," she said, taking the tray out of his hands, "Maybe I'll send you a few pictures later to say thank-you."

"No need," he said, "Once Andrea's eaten a brownie, I want you to text me and tell me where you are. I'll come there. But that'll be our little secret."

Christine grinned. She loved having a secret with William. It felt so exciting! Yes, he'd copped a feel before he turned and returned to his car, but could she really blame him? He was, after all, just picking up on signals that she was putting down.

And so Christine was ready. She had followed the plan. A pair of high-waisted jeans, a blouse and a white jacket, her alabaster skin hidden away from the world, and she was ready. Standing at the door to Andrea's sister's house, she rang the bell, tray of brownies in hand. Sure, the secret was still exciting, but that was unimportant. What was important was selling it. She needed Andrea to buy it. Game face on, brownies out front, Christine listened to the steps approaching the door from the other side. It was showtime.