Favours...
To me, it seems obvious that there was something going on between Connie and Cunningham. The scene where they were in the lift together, it seemed that she'd do 'anything' for promotion. So what if she did?
Just to say that this is quite a mature one shot, and although there's no smut, there's a lot of mention of arousal lol.
'You know that I'd do almost anything, don't you?' asked Connie, leaning back against the wall of the lift, arching her back as if exposing herself to him.
Swallowing the lump in his throat quickly, and trying to divert his mind from the startlingly sexy colleague of his offering herself to him, Terrence Cunningham said, 'Really?'
'Yes, really,' she replied matter of factly with a devilish smile. Her bait was working, how quickly they came to her at a promise of a passionate night. She never felt anything for them, not when she did it with an agenda. Always relying on her razor sharp tongue did not work some of the time, she needed an extra angle to play so that she could get her way. And that angle was often her sexuality, or blackmail, depending on whether she had anything on that particular person.
'Well...' he said. 'We should organise a meeting to discuss.'
'Of course,' replied Connie, snapping into business mode for appearance's sake. She knew that if a liaison occurred, it would be with the deepest discretion, and the organisation of it very formal and business like, regardless of the sordid details. 'Shall we say, 8pm?'
'That works for me,' replied Terrence, his eyes narrowing as if to shut away the image of Connie before him. She had a fiery, very sexy personality, one of dominance and unyielding, and combined with her fierce looks, Connie Beauchamp was one woman he could not wait to liaise with. 'And where shall we meet?'
'Let's say my place,' replied Connie. 'You know where it is?'
'I remember,' replied Terrence, remembering a dinner party she had held there once for the Board members.
As the lift doors opened, Connie brushed past him, an extra swing in her hips and said, 'Well, I'll see you then.'
'Indeed,' he replied, his eyes glued to her sexual magnetism. She truly did have him under her spell. As the doors closed, he backed up against the wall and exhaled deeply, in a desperate attempt to come to terms with what had just happened, what had just been arranged, and the implications of it.
Although he knew that her offer was for purely selfish means of career advancement, he could not help but want her. What man wouldn't? It got him excited just thinking about it.
For tonight, he would be in Connie Beauchamp's bed.
The thought excited him so much that he couldn't control his thoughts for the rest of the day, because everything rolled back to his fantasy of being possessed by her.
She was on his mind, and she knew it, because for the rest of the day, she was teasingly yielding to his professional needs, completing a report for him quickly and writing him a note that sat on top of it, with a lipstick covered imprint of her lips as she planted a kiss on the paper.
She was a tease, and he knew it.
Arriving at her house, he knocked on the door, and found her in a slinky dressing gown, made of scarlet coloured silk.
Inviting him in, she slowly undid the sash, revealing herself to him and said, 'So Terrence, how about that promotion?'