Then I find my sexiest bikini and head into the bathroom and change. From the wolf whistles of the workmen when I come out of the bathroom, I can tell...I’ve made my point. I walk down the hallway, into the meeting room and Ben’s eyes practically bug out of his head. He comes up and demands, “Jens, what the hell are you doing?”I smile at my husband and say, “I’m fighting fire with fire. This bikini should be enough to give those fricken-fracken towelheads fits.”Ben licks his lips and hopefully. I told her all about myself and she told me she was happily married and was here on business for a few days. We had several more drinks and we both were a bit buzzed. I eventually told her that I loved her dress and how hot she was. She giggled, but I could tell she loved the attention. Earlier in our conversation I had told her about some paintings I was doing with some of my free time on the road. She seemed very interested. Maybe I can get her to my room to check them out and see where this. Nathan Alaric Chapman. Wicked middle name, if you ask me. Shame about the first and last names, though. Rather plain compared to Alaric, don’t you think?”Ignoring her rudeness, Nate asked, “How do you know my name?”“Your diploma is hung up in the study. Read it off there,” she said casually, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.“Right,” Nate said, feeling very uncomfortable now. “Do you do this often, walk into people’s houses?” He tried to say it nicely, like it was out of harmless. I waited till the neighbour wasnt looking, and then walked down the back ally to the back of the flat where he lived. My nipples were visible through my top. I was still wearing my tight black miniskirt, and black fishnet stockings. My skirt was too short to cover much. I knocked on the front door shaking like a leaf. A white guy answered the door with Alan behind him, he told me to come in to the flat, I quickly went in before someone seen me but was thinking there two of then whats he playing.