Power Games

She wanted him. He wasn’t hers, he belonged to someone else, but she needed him. She eyed the ring on his left hand as he sat there in the interview room, the familiar twinge of desire pulsing in her stomach as he smiled politely at her. Married men were such a turn on, they were so forbidden, especially when you had everything else you could ever want.

“Anything you’d like to know about my previous experience?” He looked at her, eyes eager to impress, tone keen to seal the deal. She smiled, a big fat satisfied smile, as the hunger roared inside her belly.

“You’re over qualified really,” she said, still smiling, “but you’ll fit in well. We’ll need you on call constantly though.” She paused, stretching out her shapely legs, crossing and re-crossing them as she passed her tongue over the moist scarlet slash that was her plump, lipstick coated mouth.

“Hope you don’t mind?” She arched a well-manicured eyebrow, already knowing the reply that would come. She knew he was hungry too.

“Of course.” He nodded, his bright brown flopping curls bobbing around, skimming the tops of his long lashed hazel eyes. God she couldn’t wait to devour this one.

“You’re married,” she said, glancing at the ring again, “I take it your wife understands the dedication this job requires?”

He nodded again, looking slightly unsure. “She understands President.”

Oh she’d have him alright. She didn’t care who he was married too. She was hungry.