The Arrangement 1-5

Luke embraced Lori, holding her tightly against him as he kissed her. She could feel his hot breath, his wonderful lips, and his muscular embrace. She could only surrender as his tongue entered her mouth.

Luke broke the kiss and removed his overcoat, hanging it in the closet. “Where does Jonathan keep his scotch?” he asked.

“In the dining room. But... it’s only 8am.”

“With my overseas dealings I keep an odd schedule. I drink when I want.” Luke strode into the dining room and examined the bottles. He poured himself a scotch, as if he owned the place.

“Luke... Jonathan might come back. And the neighbors—”

“Go upstairs. You know what I want,” he said without turning around. Lori had no other inclination but to obey, despite her fear that Jonathan might return, or a neighbor might knock, or her Mother might pop by and use her key to walk in. The risk was real. If Jonathan found out, her marriage would be over. Yet Lori’s desire to please Luke was far stronger than her fear of being caught.