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serious expression.  Her voice was quiet when she replied slowly, “I’m not toying with you.” She again leaned in and whispered in Charlotte’s other ear this time, asking, “Do you think I haven’t seen the way you look at me?”
    Charlotte wanted to hold onto her feelings of anger and indignation, but when she looked back at Harriet, a different intense feeling arose in her.  Her heart pounded in her chest, her lips parted, as Harriet’s hand moved from her arm to her hip.  Harriet gave the typical small smile that Charlotte was beginning to associate with her, as she said, “Yes. That’s the very look.”
    Charlotte was too impatient to wait any longer.  She pressed Harriet against the wall with her body as their mouths met.  They kissed hungrily, hands exploring each other’s bodies without hesitation or shyness, a new need quickly consuming them.  All the while, Charlotte felt as though Harriet were still in control, had her feelings in check to a better degree than Charlotte did. 
    Charlotte followed Harriet into the bedroom and fumbled to get out of her clothes.  Meanwhile Harriet unzipped her skirt in one smooth motion, letting it pool at her feet before stepping out of it.  She slowly undressed herself, unbuttoning her blouse while watching Charlotte, and Charlotte realized that Harriet was enjoying making her wait.  Charlotte went to her, guiding her to the bed while kissing her and exploring her body with her hands.  She barely looked at her surroundings as they landed on the oversized bed.  Charlotte was acutely aware that she was intruding into someone else’s space, but for the moment she only cared about the woman who lay under her and who was guiding and commanding her as though it had all been preplanned.
    With her hand between Harriet’s legs, Charlotte kissed her pale skin, savoring the soft warmth against her lips.  She trailed kisses up Harriet’s belly, between her breasts, and up the side of her neck, kissing on either side of the silver chain.  Their eyes locked as they could both feel Harriet nearing climax.
    Charlotte felt as though she were seeing the real Harriet for the first time, exposed in more than one way, her usual teasing smile and carefully controlled expression replaced by honest need.  In those moments, Charlotte admitted to herself that she was feeling something deeper than lust.
    After they were both thoroughly satiated, Harriet rose from the bed and pulled on a silky robe.  Charlotte hadn’t previously noticed the robe, but its presence added to the feeling that Harriet had planned the morning to go exactly as it had.  Charlotte began to gather her clothes to get dressed.
    “If you’d like to take a shower, you’re welcome to use mine,” Harriet said.
    Feeling emboldened from their lovemaking, Charlotte responded, “Join me.”
    Harriet smiled, amused, but said, “Not today.”
    “Does that mean you will another day?” Charlotte asked, smiling back.
    “If you’re lucky,” Harriet replied, crossing the short distance between them to pull her into a long and tender kiss.  “The shower’s through there,” Harriet finally said, gesturing to the small bathroom off the bedroom.
    Charlotte gave in and retreated to the bathroom alone.  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had two showers in one day.  She relished in finding that the shower had steaming hot water, but she felt that she shouldn’t linger.  The feeling of being in someone else’s house, the knowledge that she had just slept with someone else’s wife, was quickly putting her into a sober mood.  Her shower didn’t last more than ten minutes, but she emerged to find that the house was empty.  Somehow she wasn’t surprised.  She quickly dressed and then let herself out.
     

Chapter Thirteen
    For the next several days, the hours at work seemed to fly by.  Charlotte found that her energy and motivation were renewed, and she tackled her project with an increased