'I would offer you coffee but I don't think there's any point.'

Jill chuckled. Harriet shrugged off her blazer and regaled her with a tale of a friend who was dating a younger woman. Having innocently asked her in for coffee one evening, imagine her surprise when her date pushed her against the wall and asked later if she really had just invited her in for coffee. Her friend hadn't realised that it meant something other than coffee these days.

'Promise you actual coffee in the morning though if you'll stay that long.'

Harriet's ice blue eyes dared her otherwise.

'I have no intention of leaving before morning' Jill assured her. 'That's not my style.'

Harriet liked her integrity.

'Come in on then.'

Jill draped her bag and coat over the banister and kicked off her shoes. It was a nice little flat. Small but cheerful. Harriet was going to miss it when she moved. They settled themselves on the sofa with a jug of water, telling stories about them or their friends. Jill considered herself somewhat experienced but she was astounded at the kind of things Harriet and her friends had got up to.

'You climbed down the drainpipe when his parents arrived early?'

Harriet hooted with laughter.

'I was the lucky one, got away scot free. My friend got stuck in a tree! His parents thought there was a burglar and nearly called the police. We were so off our faces by then, it hardly felt stupid until much later.'

Jill honked in amusement and realised that she really did enjoy Harriet's company.

'Not a word though, I have a reputation to uphold' Harriet warned her. Jill promised faithfully. Her hostess put down her glass and leaned forward, taking hold of her waistcoat to pull her in for a light but insistent kiss. Jill relaxed and let her lead to fully appreciate just how good the kiss was.

She thought it might feel awkward when it ended but her hostess made it easy by getting up and walking straight to the bedroom, unbuttoning her shirt on the way. Jill couldn't fail to notice the swell of her breasts, as she was supposed to. Harriet turned round and asked her guest to turn off the light in the living room. There was a glint in her eye.

'Coming?'

How could Jill resist the lure of that teasing tone? She wouldn't.

'I bloody well hope so' she replied. She heard a low laugh in return. She didn't think Harriet was the pillow princess type.

The bedroom was small but cosy. Harriet kicked off her shoes and Jill took her cue to do the same. Draping her shirt over the mirror, Harriet turned to grab her guest, walking backwards to the edge of the bed.

'While I approve of such a smart outfit, I think it's time it came off.'

Jill smiled crookedly as Harriet's fingers ran their way around the top and down to the buttons, to be proficiently undone.

'Well I see that you're an expert at this.'

'Any other time and I might be interested in the quality of this garment but not today.'

Her touch sparked pins and needles on Jill's skin and she felt flushed and slightly dizzy. To steady herself, she took over unbuttoning her shirt herself. Harriet leaned back a little with an appreciative eye, it had been a while since she'd had someone in her bed and she was going to enjoy this last London fling.

Jill hesitated by the time she'd undone the first few buttons. She'd forgotten.

'Come on. Unless you want me to rip it off you and ruin it.'

Jill smiled, suddenly at ease.

'I didn't realise I had the opportunity of stripping today. I should have worn a bra.'

She unbuttoned the rest and discarded it over the mirror as Harriet watched with pleasure. She liked what she saw.

'You're playing a dangerous game, Ms Raymond.'

Jill barked in amusement. 'Most of my stuff is in the wash' she confessed. 'I took a bit of a risk not wearing one today.'

'A girl could get distracted in the workplace with those.'

'Now you're just pandering to my ego' Jill protested with a smile. 'There's no way you could shake your focus for the sake of my nipples. Otherwise I'll suspect some fabricating about your reputation.'

'You're not easy to flatter. Alright, it would take a lot more than that to sway my concentration but no doubt it would cross my mind.'

Jill reached for the buttons of the skirt in front of her. There was no more talk for a while. There were clothes rustling as they were slipped off, soft exclamations of ecstasy, later rocketing to much louder (Harriet) and more urgent (Jill) proportions. Harriet knew her neighbours would fucking hate her tonight but that was too bad. Undoing a woman like Jill Raymond was far too good of an opportunity to pass up and it was worth every second she scrolled her tongue up, down and around to provoke that most satisfying cry, to feel her tremor around her fingers, that blissful panting wrung out aftermath. Thank goodness they weren't going to work together after all. She couldn't afford to break her cardinal rule, not even for Jill.