***

When she realised she'd been played for a fool, that her husband was indeed the biggest bastard in the city, Jayne Grayson was unsure if she should plot revenge to serve cold or do to him what he did to her. Now, most people she spoke to – not that she told many of her plans – but most people she spoke to informed her that they should actually be one and the same.

Nonetheless, Jayne Grayson wanted to hurt her husband, and short of castrating him with a blunt instrument while he was eating his breakfast and reading The Times – the only time he was actually too preoccupied to not notice her approaching with a blunt object; not that he noticed her at all anymore really.

All the more reason to exact her revenge.

She'd been watching him from afar for months, not that she'd admit that of course, but she had and was certainly considering seducing him well before she gained the definite knowledge of her philandering husband and his hussies. Her reasoning behind seducing him was simply his reviews from other staff members, back before she was gifted with the truth about her husbands' infidelity she and Connie considered themselves friends, and with that new found criteria wherein they found themselves they decided it to have a compulsory weekly coffee and gossip sessions in which Connie revealed the truth about Mr Griffin and all his glory.

As well as well endowed, it was also well known that Mr Griffin couldn't say no to a no-strings-attached fling. Therefore, that put him in prime position to be victim to Jayne's plans of revenge on her husband – in which she planned to have a good time as well. Much better than her first plan: killing him, at least within this plan she could get her revenge and then smell the roses afterwards.

***

He was due in her office in only minutes. She had just enough time to run a last once over of the room and her person. Yes, the sofa looked inviting and no, there wasn't anything important on the desk.

Always be prepared for everything was always a phrase she lived by.

A glorious five inches of black, patent leather graced her feet, making her short five-foot-one frame look much more proportionate, not only that but, in her experience, good shoes always equalled good sex, those joined by a pair of stockings and a skirt, strategically rearranged to reveal just enough thigh, but not so much as to confuse Jayne Grayson with Connie-the-Slut. An only-just see through white blouse was complimented by some red, lacy lingerie and a generous amount of chest on show completed her look of business woman slash Dominatrix. Hopefully, it would work when joined by some gentle makeup. Hopefully.

Hearing a knock at the door she braced herself, resting herself on the corner of her desk, crossing her legs, picking up a file to give the impression it wasn't planned, shaking her hair to make it look slightly ruffled, a slight lick of the lips and a gentle pout. Yes, now she was ready.

"Come in!"

Looking up her eyes sparkled, joined by only a slight upturn of her lips.

"Mr Griffin, I've been expecting you..."

A quick click of the door.
An intense meeting of eyes.

"Jay-"

Her lips against his.

The rest as they say, is history.