Toni’s Blog

“Please, Jerry,” I begged softly.  “Is it so much to ask.  Just one measly, sexy, weekend away.”

We were snuggled on the sofa in my flat and Jerry was looking very bothered by my suggestion.

“I can’t get away, darling, not next weekend,” he said with a frown.  “Or any other really.  Carla would never stand for it.”

“You could if you really wanted to,” I went on as I gently kissed his neck.  “Anyway, Carla’s very busy at the office right now, she probably wouldn’t even notice you were gone.  Please, sweetheart...”

I reached up and put my hand on his cheek, turning his face to me.  My lips were soft as I kissed him.

“For us, darling,” I whispered as my lips gently touched his.  I felt him start to respond and I knew it wouldn’t take much to get my own way.

Slowly I let my body press against his as my kisses became more passionate. Jerry moaned softly and his arms went around me, clutching me to him as our desire grew.

“Just think...” I said seductively as I started to undo the buttons on my blouse.  “A whole two days...just the two of us with nothing to do but make love...”

“You are a witch!”  Jerry murmured huskily against my ear.  “And I can’t resist you.”

“Does that mean yes?” I asked, between quick kisses.

Jerry pushed me back against the cushions as his hands caressed me.

“It won’t be easy,” he said.  “But it’s a definite maybe.”

With a deep sigh I surrendered to Jerry’s love making, letting him know that it was only a taste of what we’d share the following weekend.

It wasn’t just Jerry I had on my mind though.  Getting him to take me away for the weekend would be the ultimate in revenge, and that’s what I’d been wanting ever since I set out to steal my bosses husband...

Carla Simms, the lady in question, was a high-powered executive in a cosmetic company and I was her long suffering PA.  A lot of people say women bosses work a lot harder than men because they have to prove they’re just as good.  Well, where Carla was concerned she not only drove herself frantic working, she expected me to be as dedicated.

And, oh how I resented the way she was always cracking the whip.  While most of the other girls left at 5.30 on the dot, I was very often still pounding away, typing out something that ‘had to go that night’.

Maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad if Carla was a bit more lavish with her praise, but she always found it much easier to criticise and complain.

If it hadn’t been such a good, well paid job I’d have left a long time before, but with work getting more and more scarce most people were clinging to the jobs they had like grim death.  So I just had to bite my anger and put up with whatever Carla decided to dish out to me.

And that was harder than the work!

Yet it wasn’t only me Carla pushed around.  Jerry came in for a fair bit of it himself. That’s really what gave me the idea of how to get back at Carla...

However much Carla neglected Jerry, she also worshipped him.  Nothing was too much trouble for Jerry providing, that is, it didn’t interfere with her career. So the way I saw it the only way to hurt her badly was to take the one thing she prized.

My plan started to take shape one night when she’d asked me to work late.  I’d wanted to get home early, but Carla had an irritating way of making you feel guilty if you refused to stay late.

Only that night she’d overlooked a particularly important date of her own...

Jerry arrived at the office soon after six, all smiles and compliments, but when Carla saw him she just looked bemused.

“What are you doing here?” she asked with a frown.

I was watching all this through the open connecting door of our offices, and Jerry’s face was a picture of rejection.  Suddenly Carla closed her eyes and groaned.

“Oh, darling, I’m so sorry,” she said, going over to him and putting her hand on his arm.  “I forgot all about it.  Oh, Jerry, I feel awful.”

Normally he’d shrug and let it go, but that night I got the distinct impression that the worm had finally turned.

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