Well, well well. Isn't Miss Jones a fox in bed! Willing to do anything, she definitely went out of her way to please me. Though at first when I began to caress her thighs I was a little concerned to be faced with the ugliest granny knickers I have ever encountered. Watching her squirm with the shame was very comical though and she looked so cute. I hope it was just a one off. Of course, it wasn't as easy as I first thought to get her back to mine.
Business wise the night went well for me. I never like it when I have to suck up to boring, old, businessmen. Never know what to say to them. However, last night I was on good form in more ways than one. Bridget, however, did not appear to be having a good night! I saw her pretending to laugh at something George Hayton was saying. If that mans dull books are anything to go by the man doesn't have a funny thought in his head.
True to form, Bridge spent the first half of the night, ignoring me, drinking champagne and speaking to all of the big shots. I was fine with that. I try not to mix business with pleasure directly in front of my bosses anyway. My only concern was when I spotted her talking to that snob face Marc Darcy. I knew then that I had to get her out of building as fast as possible.
You see, I've known Marc for years. We met while I was at University. He always was a bit of a plonker, but we had a laugh from time to time. I always bet Marc to pulling the good-looking women. The man had no clue as to how to lure in the women. Useless at expressing himself. I mean, I tried to give the poor man some advise but it just never worked for him. Well, that is to say it never worked for him until we met Angela Harvey. She was the very studious type, missed big parties to stay in and study. Wound up getting a job as a barrister. Probably very rich now.
Now, to say that I always want what I can't have is a slight understatement! I was attracted to Angela initially but as I got to know her better I realised that she was such a tight arse and prude that we'd never get on. Marc Darcy, however, managed to woo the ice queen. They seemed like the perfect couple. And life was bliss for them for a while. They were engaged to be married, and a part of me was jealous as hell of their relationship. In fact, she all of a sudden seemed like a goddess. We'd go to dinner parties and I'd see her lick her lips and want to kiss her. She'd kiss Darcy and I'd wish it was me. I knew that I'd have to have her. So I did. As a matter of fact it all kicked off at their engagement party. We had a cheeky moment in the toilet.
So now you understand why I had to get Bridge out of the launch night. I strolled over to her and made the suggestion of going elsewhere for a bite to eat, of course I know it would turn out to be more than just going for some food. She licked her lips and agreed almost immediately with a cheeky grin on her face .I knew straight away that it was going to be a good night.