Page 52 of Under Her

“Hi,” she says.

“Hi.”

She orders a white wine, and I take a moment to look her over.

I’d say she’s in her late thirties. Long red hair. Decent rack. Attractive face.

She’s no Morgan. But then no one is.

Hence the situation my cock and I find ourselves in.

The bartender puts the woman’s wine down in front of her, and she takes a drink. Then, she turns on her stool to face me.

“I’m Audrey.” She holds her hand out to me.

I slide my hand into hers. “Wilder.”

“Interesting name.”

“I’m an interesting guy.”

“I bet you are.” She laughs softly. “So, Wilder, tell me, what brings you to San Kamphaeng?”

“Work.”

“What kind of work?”

“I’m here to meet with a supplier to check out materials.”

“Materials, huh? So, you work in the clothing industry?”

“Lingerie.”

Something hot flashes in her eyes. “Lingerie, huh? Which brand? I might know it.”

“Under Her.”

“Would you believe me if I said I was wearing one of your bra and panty sets right now?”

“I wouldn’t have a reason to disbelieve you,” I say.

She smiles. “So, what exactly do you do at Under Her?”

“What do you think I do?”

“Well, the fact that you’re here, meeting with a materials supplier…I’d say, buyer.”

“CEO.”

“My ex-husband’s a CEO. Not for a lingerie company though.”

Ex-husband. She wants me to know she’s single. Meaning she’s looking for a hook-up.

I can’t even muster up the effort to care. Right now, all I can think about is Morgan and what she’s doing back in her room and if she’s even noticed I left mine.

“My divorce was finalized a week ago,” she continues. “That’s why I’m here, on a trip with my friend to celebrate my return to singledom.”

“Where’s your friend now?” I ask out of politeness.