his work I’ll try and do it fairly.’
‘I’m sure that will make him happy.’
Dominic was trying to look unaffected as she rolled her foot over the raging thrust of his erection. Robyn took a sadistic pleasure from the fact that he didn’t quite manage the expression.
‘That’s good,’ she purred. ‘I enjoy making people happy.’
‘Me too,’ Dominic whispered. ‘Perhaps we could do something together where we try to make each other happy?’
She could hear the lewd intent in his words. The warm wetness between her legs caused a tremor of anticipation. Once again discretion was at the forefront of her mind and she glanced warily in Harold’s direction.
His hand was on Sheridan’s arm and the pair were engrossed with each other. Robyn could see the light in her husband’s eyes and found she could read the expression effortlessly. Harold was excited by the woman with the multicoloured hair and he would do anything to have her.
For a moment, Robyn was saddened by the thought, realising it had been a long time since Harold had looked at her that way. She dismissed the threatening wave of melancholy and turned to her right.
Tapping Gayle discreetly on the shoulder, she said, ‘Dominic’s going to need directions to the little boys’ room in a moment. I trust you’ll point him the right way.’ She winked as she said the words, making sure that her unspoken meaning was understood.
Gayle glanced from Dominic to Robyn. When Gayle brushed the dark hair from her eyes Robyn noticed a frown creasing her PA’s forehead.
‘I thought you said Harold had been in a funny mood lately?’
Robyn shrugged. She tried to look indifferent but she did not like Gayle questioning her motives. She particularly didn’t like that Gayle was able to broach such a delicate subject.
‘Perhaps that’s why I’m thinking of spending some time with Dominic,’ Robyn suggested haughtily. ‘Dominic is not in a funny mood.’
‘You’re playing a dangerous game,’ Gayle said. Her dark eyes flashed with some unspoken warning that Robyn chose to ignore.
‘Perhaps I am playing a dangerous game,’ Robyn agreed. ‘But dangerous games are the most fun, aren’t they?’
Without waiting for a reply she slid her foot away from Dominic, eased it back into her shoe, and gracefully left the room.
* * *
As soon as she saw Robyn disappear through the door, Sheridan frowned and placed a hand on Harold’s arm to interrupt him.
‘Where’s your wife this evening?’
Harold glanced towards the foot of the table then scowled over the busy guests. His frown deepened.
‘She must have slipped out for a moment.’
The granite in his voice told her that he didn’t believe such a casual explanation. The sullen line of his jaw showed that he wouldn’t let the matter rest there.
Smiling at her own manipulative skills, Sheridan shook her head. The multicoloured streaks in her hair bounced gaily, enticing his attention back to her.
‘No matter,’ she assured him. ‘I’m sure she’ll be back in a moment. Now, you were telling me about this Scottish manor house you own …’
As he began to respond, Sheridan listened with an uninterested ear. She knew enough about Harold’s Scottish manor house already. She thought it was likely that she knew more about the building than Harold did. Trying to find something of interest to focus on while Harold continued to talk, she glanced around the room and studied the other guests.
She saw Gayle talking to Dominic. There was a sombre expression on the PA’s face as she spoke. Sheridan watched Gayle lead Dominic to the dining room door, where she spoke briskly to him before returning to her seat.
Dominic left the dining hall surreptitiously, and Sheridan knew she was the only one who had seen him go in the same direction as Robyn.
Idly, she wondered how she could convey this information to Harold without giving the impression that she was telling tales and trying to create a divide between him and Robyn.
* * *
Robyn stood at the top of the stairs.
She stared down at Dominic with a predatory smile. Her body rocked slightly to the distant pulse of the Tafelmusik. The gentle movement caused the hem of her dress to sway lightly to and fro. It was a contrived position and she used it to maximum effect. As Dominic climbed the staircase she knew he would be able to see beneath the hem. The gusset of her black panties was bound to be visible to him as he stared up at her.
She smiled, excited by her own boldness.
When she saw the anticipatory light flicker in his eyes, she knew his gaze had been caught by her display. His pace up the steps didn’t quicken or slow but she noticed his gait now appeared ever so slightly awkward. Her smile broadened as she realised this was caused by the growing stiffness at the top of his leg.
He finally snatched his gaze away from the hem of her skirt when he was within two steps of her. Robyn stayed in the same position, allowing him to move closer. The scent of his aftershave caught in her nostrils and she inhaled his nearness.
‘Gayle doesn’t think we should be doing this,’ he murmured.
Robyn sniffed. ‘Gayle’s not paid to think. She’s only a PA.’
Not wanting to continue the conversation, she circled her arm around Dominic’s waist and guided him along the galleried landing towards her bedroom.
‘What does your husband think about this?’
Feigning indifference, Robyn shrugged.
‘I don’t believe Harold knows about this. But if you’re that desperate for his opinion, you could always ask him afterwards.’
Hoping the finality in her voice would end that avenue of conversation, Robyn pushed him through the bedroom door.
For a moment, they were locked in darkness. There was only the sound of his breathing, barely audible beneath the eager panting of her own burgeoning desire. Robyn could feel the heat of his lean, hard body close to hers.
In the lightless vacuum of the bedroom her arousal grew. The hectic pulse between her legs slowly transformed into a desperate ache that demanded satisfaction.
The lights came on accidentally. As Dominic took her in his arms and thrust her against the wall, Robyn’s shoulder caught the switch. She blinked against the sudden flood of brightness and smiled up at his boyishly handsome face. Unable to stop herself, she raked her fingers through his tousled blond locks.
‘Robyn,’ he murmured.
He had her pinned against the wall. His eager hands touched and caressed. He traversed the swell of her hips and the line of her waist. Moving upwards, his fingers brushed over the mounds of her breasts and caught the urgent thrust of
