{"id":908,"date":"2012-02-21T06:00:56","date_gmt":"2012-02-21T14:00:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ravenoustales.com\/?p=908"},"modified":"2013-10-01T12:45:47","modified_gmt":"2013-10-01T19:45:47","slug":"season-5-episode-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/ravenoustales.com\/?p=908","title":{"rendered":"Season 5: Episode 6"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>The elevator doors slid open and Sarah walked in, her heels clicking against the stone floor. She was early today and the lift, which was usually full of people, only had one other occupant.<\/p>\n

\u201cNinth floor, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is,\u201d Sarah said, surprised, turning to the gentleman who had spoken.<\/p>\n

\u201cI work on the fifteenth. Lawyer.\u201d He grinned, half apologetically, half proudly. \u201cI\u2019ve seen you around.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh?\u201d Sarah raised a carefully manicured eyebrow. She liked this game. He was undeniably handsome and had the self confidence that came from wearing a perfectly tailored suit and expensive aftershave.<\/p>\n

They stared at the changing numbers above the door, casting sidelong glances and pretending to ignore each other until the lift reached Sarah\u2019s floor. She gave him a smile before turning to walk towards her office.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey,\u201d he called after her, \u201cdo you want to get a drink tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked back to see his foot jammed against the door to stop it closing. \u201cSorry,\u201d she said. \u201cI\u2019m actually seeing someone.\u201d Or at least I will be soon<\/em>, she thought, as soon as he gets over his bitch of an ex<\/em>.<\/p>\n

The guy shrugged and grinned easily again. Sarah noted he didn\u2019t let the door close straight away, and she could feel his eyes on her as she sashayed down the hall in her figure-hugging tailored skirt and shirt. A smile played around the corners of her mouth, knowing that her strategically chosen outfit was doing its job.<\/p>\n

All she had to do now was get the person she wanted to notice her to see it.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

She stuck her head into Tom\u2019s office before going to her own desk. She knew he\u2019d be there. He was always there.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou look exhausted,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cHaven\u2019t been sleeping well,\u201d Tom said, rubbing his eyes.<\/p>\n

She noted the three empty coffee cups already on his desk. \u201cWhat\u2019s up?\u201d she said lightly, knowing exactly what it was. Always the same shit. Ana, Ana, fucking Ana.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d he said, sighing. \u201cThis whole Ana situation\u2026 I just don\u2019t know if I\u2019m doing the right thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah feigned concern and, gritting her teeth, made an appropriate generic comment. She\u2019d run out of original things to say on this particular topic a while ago. It dawned on her that Tom was never<\/em> going to realise everything he needed was right in front of him.<\/em><\/p>\n

I think it\u2019s time for a little… encouragement<\/em>, she thought.<\/p>\n

\u201cTell you what,\u201d she said. \u201cEveryone is out tonight. You should come over and I\u2019ll cook you dinner. You can have a few drinks and relax. Take a night off being stressed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Tom said. \u201cI\u2019m not great company at the moment. I\u2019m sure you\u2019re sick of listening to me whinge\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course not,\u201d Sarah said. \u201cAfter all, isn\u2019t that what friends are for?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t take no for an answer,\u201d she said. \u201cCome at seven. We\u2019ll have fun, I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Sarah turned back and forth in front of the mirror. The La Perla black lace underwear set caressed her soft curves. She was relieved that she had been wearing the underwear the day Ana decided to ransack her room. Ever since then she\u2019d kept it very carefully hidden, which was lucky given that Ana had broken into her room again<\/em>, looking for it.<\/p>\n

She pulled an oversized white men’s shirt over her bra, opening the buttons at her throat until a hint of lace showed through when she bent over. She pulled on a pair of tight blue jeans that clung in all the right places and emphasised her small waist. She mussed up her hair so it fell around her face in a wild tangle of waves. She looked good; effortlessly sexy.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Tom arrived at exactly seven. She let him in and padded down the hall in bare feet, making sure her hips moved just a little more than normal.<\/p>\n

\u201cI like your jeans,\u201d Tom said.<\/p>\n

Sarah suppressed a smile. \u201cWine?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure,\u201d he said. \u201cBetter make it a small one though. I\u2019m driving.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou could always crash here,\u201d she said. \u201cOn the couch. You need a night off, Tom. You need to let go.\u201d<\/p>\n

He smiled sadly and shook his head. \u201cThink I\u2019d prefer my own bed.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Sarah settled him in the back garden before seeing to their drinks. The weather was perfect for an outdoor dinner. It was a little bit muggy, the air heavy from the rain of the previous day, but the sun was still out and there was the lightest whisper of a breeze. Sarah had put together a tapas style dinner, the pi\u00e8ce de r\u00e9sistance<\/em> being a dozen fresh oysters she\u2019d picked up on the way home from work. These were to be complimented by a homemade lime and chilli sauce and a very nice crisp white she\u2019d selected.<\/p>\n

Tom\u2019s nod towards sobriety was a bit of a spanner in the works. It was a hell of a lot harder to seduce a sober man, especially one who was still moping over his ex.<\/p>\n

But all was not lost. Sarah had a plan B. She was sick of waiting and tonight nothing was going to stand in her way. She was finally going to get her man.<\/p>\n

She made sure that Tom was still seated on the patio before extracting a small vial of clear liquid from her handbag. She put a few drops into his glass of wine. She paused and then added a few more. <\/em><\/p>\n

Better to be safe than sorry<\/em>, she thought grinning wickedly.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

\u201cWow,\u201d Tom said. He was already slurring ever so slightly. \u201cThat wine has gone to my head.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust relax,\u201d Sarah said. \u201cHere, let me help you take your shoes off.\u201d<\/p>\n

Tom didn\u2019t protest as Sarah knelt on the grass and pulled off his shoes and socks. She glanced back up at him and noticed that he was looking at her with a strange expression.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d she said, smiling.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re really shexy,\u201d he said, his voice thick. \u201cI mean, sexy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah batted her eyelashes and giggled shyly. Now this was more like it.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh Tom,\u201d she purred. \u201cYou don\u2019t mean that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you are,\u201d he said. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you haveaboyfriend?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll let you in on a secret,\u201d she said. \u201cThere actually is someone that I\u2019m interested in, but I don\u2019t think he likes me in that way.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRidiculous!\u201d Tom exclaimed. \u201cHow could he not? Wantmetotalktohim?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe thing is,\u201d Sarah said softly, leaning forward and resting her chin on Tom\u2019s knee. \u201cIt\u2019s you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMe?\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would someone like you like me like that?\u201d He thought about the sentence for a second, knowing that it wasn\u2019t quite right, but having neither the ability nor inclination to improve it.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh Tom,\u201d said Sarah breathlessly. \u201cYou the most wonderful man I\u2019ve ever met.\u201d<\/p>\n

She leant in and kissed him softly. He closed his eyes, letting his lips melt into hers. It felt so nice, but\u2026<\/p>\n

\u201cNo!\u201d he said suddenly, clawing at a memory that was deep in his brain. \u201cI love Ana!\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah sighed, trying to remain calm. \u201cNo you don\u2019t,\u201d she said gently, taking his hand and putting it on her breast.<\/p>\n

He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. Somewhere deep down he knew that whatever was happening probably shouldn\u2019t be, although the reason why was getting fuzzier and fuzzier. A\u2026 Ana.\u00a0 \u201cAre you Ana?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah unbuttoned her shirt slowly, revealing the black lace bra. She brought Tom\u2019s mouth to her nipple, her body shuddering as he licked it, moaning gently under his breath \u201cTonight,\u201d she said, leaning in further and rubbing her body between his legs, \u201cI\u2019m anything you want me to be.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Tom awoke early the next day. His head was pounding and he had no idea where he was. He looked around him. The room looked familiar but\u2026 it wasn\u2019t his, was it? He turned and saw Sarah, still asleep next to him.<\/p>\n

It took a couple of seconds for the situation to register.<\/p>\n

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck<\/em>. Tom felt tears spring into his eyes. You idiot<\/em>, he cursed inwardly. He must have had way more than the one drink he\u2019d planned too. He literally couldn\u2019t remember anything from last night, although the available evidence gave him a pretty good idea of what had happened.<\/p>\n

Fuck<\/em>! If Ana ever found out about this then there would be no chance of ever<\/em> working things out.<\/p>\n

He very carefully slid out of the bed. He found his boxers and pulled them on, bundling up the rest of his clothes. He\u2019d put them on in the bathroom, so he didn\u2019t wake Sarah up. He silently opened the door and let himself into the hallway, breathing a sigh of relief that he\u2019d escaped.<\/p>\n

Just as he closed the door the Sarah\u2019s room, Mia\u2019s bedroom door opened. She was fully dressed for work. She did a double take when she saw him.<\/p>\n

\u201cTom\u2026?\u201d She looked from Tom\u2019s semi-naked body, to the bundle of clothes in his hand, to Sarah\u2019s bedroom door. The penny dropped.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat the\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShhhhh!\u201d he said, pleading. \u201cI can explain,\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want to hear it,\u201d Mia hissed. \u201cYou men. You\u2019re all the same.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before Tom could stop her, she stalked past him and left the house.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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