Ann was at it again, warmed by her drink and passing the time alone in a crowd full of people. Her husband was off with the boy's drinking cognac and smoking cigars. She could hear his guffaws as they told each other the same jokes they had at the last party.
Ann liked the parties but never seemed to fit in and usually ended up mostly intoxicated but still having to pour her husband onto the couch. Oh she couldn't blame him really, Donald worked his ass off in the Law firm and had been trying to make partner since they'd moved to New Orleans 4 years earlier.
She tipped her martini high and as she brought the glass down empty, was startled by the full one held out in front of her.
She looked up and deep into the eyes of David Brodeur. David was the exception in their little party circuit. He was the hottest lawyer at Martin Dean and Fitch and yet was never one to be found playing up to the partners. In fact sometimes it seemed the partners worked for him. He could command the attention of the room and at the same time disappear and engage you in the most private conversation as everyone else passed by.
On top of all that he got Ann's juices flowing whenever she saw him and tonight was no exception. Looking full on into his deep blue eyes made her wish she had worn more than stockings to soak up her arousal.
David let his eyes travel over her and watched as Ann's head titled back slightly and turn to the side to see if anyone else was watching.
The backless cocktail dress left a good deal of her torso exposed, the ivory material swept down across her breasts separately before coming together at the waist. The bottom half was looser and less formal with a tattered multi level hemline ending sassily at mid calf.
"Well good evening Ann. You are looking quite tasty tonight if I may say so." He purred.
Ann smiled coyly at the compliment. "You are such a rake David, to address a lady in such a fashion. Why my husband should have your ears to hear you speak that why." She finished, smiling.
David glanced at the Den with the noxious smoke and belligerent laughter that issued from it.
"It would seem Mrs. Thompson that you husband is not around and hardly in a position to defend your honor."
"Yes, it appears you may be correct Mr. Brodeur." Ann continued along their flirtatious line as she looked to the den herself, frowning. "It would seem my honor is indeed at your mercy."
David smiled and sipped his drink as his eyes bore deeply into Ann's. He seemed to be looking to see just how true her statement had been. Ann sipped her own drink and slowly blushed as her mind toyed with forbidden thoughts. Tearing her eyes away from David's she threw caution to the wind and patted her neck with the tiny cocktail napkin she clutched.
"It sure is stuffy in this old mansion tonight." Ann patted lower finally ending just at the top of her cleavage, knowing his eyes had followed her progress.
"Then perhaps you would like to step out into the gardens where we can take advantage of the night breeze and I can continue my assault upon your honor without so many…" He paused scanning the room, "Witnesses."
Well there it was. Ann's knees weakened as she contemplated actually being along with David. She knew that her husband wouldn't miss her and actually there would be more rumors if she continued to stand here and talk then if they disappeared.
"Well Mr. Broduer if you must be a cad I suppose privacy would be the best thing." Ann held out her glass. "Now if you would be a dear and freshen this for me I shall gather myself properly and meet you by the gazebo." With that she turned and walked out of the room.
David watched her go his eyes lingering on the small curve of her hips as she walked. He turned toward the bar to get some new drinks.
Ann ducked inside the Bathroom and leaned upon the vanity, She couldn't believe she had just agreed to meet a man alone that wasn't her husband. She looked at the mirror thinking of not going but realizing she was tired of the inattention. With trembling hands she took out her lipstick and freshened up her face. Then turned and started out to the garden.
Ann walked out into the night and was struck blind as her eyes adjusted. She could see the white gazebo over in the corner of the walled in yard and knowing the path she slowly walked towards it even before she could see clearly. The huge oak tree spread over the courtyard like a living dome. The branches shielded the moon so that it was darker than it would have been. The rich smell of damp earth mixed with the bougainvillea and the breeze to assail the senses with rich New Orleans texture.
