This old thing, I had worn it at least three times.
"Thanks" air kissing her cheek.
She looked gorgeous in her red, diamond studded gown. Her ears, throat and wrist dripping with wealth. I took a sip of champagne as her husband shook hands with Darryl.
"Thanks for coming to my brother's art show. Do you see anything you like?"
"Only one piece." his hands moving lower, tracing the outline of the V just above my buttocks.
My skin turning a delightful pink, taking a huge gulp of my drink, finishing it off.
"Which piece?" Richard asked, craning his neck. His keen eyes darting around the room. The crowd shifting blocking his view. Darryl's hand dipped inside my gown, tracing the outline of my thong.
I dropped my glass, thankfully it was empty. Even more grateful when Trey scoop it off the floor, handing me a fresh glass.
He came in the nick of time. Like an angel with wings. I needed the alcohol to loosen the knots Darryl was forming in my stomach.
He looked down at me and I swear all the air is sucked from my lungs. I see heat, I see a need, I see lust in his eyes.
"As soon as I make a final decision I will let you know."
Richard agreed, smiling indulgently at his wife of thirty five years. Taking her hand they walked away, disappearing in the crowd.