It wasn't until Victoria had finished her second glass of wine that Conrad noticed she was acting different. He looked at her suspiciously when she complimented Marta's new haircut.
"Conrad, why are you looking at me like that?" She asked before taking a bite of chicken.
"You're acting peculiar." He said, still staring at her.
"You're acting peculiar." She repeated before bursting into a fit of giggles. That's when it hit him.
"Marta, I need to see my wife's painkillers." When Marta returned, the prescription bottle confirmed what he thought. Victoria hadn't even realized that she mixed her medicine with the alcohol.
A quick call to the doctor helped calm his growing anxiety. Although she'd probably be sick tomorrow, she wasn't in any immediate danger. Basically she was just very, very drunk. Conrad tried to prepare himself for the night he knew was in store for him. When Victoria got drunk it seemed like seduction seeped from her pores. Ordinarily he was helpless against her, but he told himself he had to stay strong. She might be too drunk to feel her ribs and her broken foot, but it didn't mean she wouldn't feel them tomorrow.
He had to be strong. For Victoria.
Biding his time, Conrad got Victoria settled into the wheelchair, pushing her into the living room. He lifted a DVD box.
"I rented your favorite," he said with a smile.
"I don't get to sit on the couch with you?" She said with a mischievous grin.
Conrad lifted her up from the chair. He tried not to notice the deliberate way she pressed herself into him. Her breath was hot and heavy on his neck and the way she ran her fingers through his hair made him feel powerless against her.
He eased her onto the couch, but she grabbed his tie, keeping his face close to hers.
"You forgot something," she whispered.
"And what is that, my dear?" He said, trying to control the tremble in his voice. It had been so long since he had seen this side of Victoria. He could barely control the wave of emotions taking over him.
Without words, Victoria pulled his face to hers, crashing her lips into his. Her tongue pushed against his teeth, urgent to connect with him. He granted her entry, reveling in the intimacy of a simple kiss. She struggled to pull him on top of her, but he stopped.
"We can't." He gasped.
Victoria looked at the growing bulge in his pants and grinned.
"Victoria, you are hurt. We can't risk doing more damage."
She huffed. This was going to be more difficult than she imagined.
After a breath Conrad sat next to her on the couch. He put his hand on her leg, rubbing right below the hem of her skirt. Angrily she shoved it away.
"Victoria..." He started.
"Forget it, Conrad. You can't satisfy me. I don't know why I thought you could." She snapped.
Conrad knew she was deliberately pushing his buttons and yet he let it get to him. In one swift movement, she was in his arms.
"Where are we going?" She shrieked.
"Upstairs."