The ABCs of Erotica
R is for Revenge
Malia Mallory
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Malia Mallory
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Grace sat lounging on Michael’s couch. “You have a great place here. Brick. Exposed beams and the view is amazing.” She could see the night lights of the city out the wall of glass windows. Wine loosened her tongue. “You know, when I saw you with Victoria, I wondered if I should be jealous.” Grace moved to the window to admire the view more closely.
“Of Victoria? God no.” He pointed at her. “You're my type. I like a woman with some curves to her. Victoria. No." He shook his head. “She’s a little bitchy for my taste. I should tell you though, a couple years ago, we did go out a few times. That is probably the reason why she was giving off a possessive vibe. Frankly, she does that with every man she thinks might be able to do something for her. I’m sure she expected, or maybe hoped, you’d fall flat on your face after quitting. Or maybe come crawling back. She sees that isn’t happening. I’m sure it makes her unhappy.”
“She has a great ass though, don't you think?"
“I love your ass. Gives me something to hold onto."
Michael crossed the room, cupped the cheeks of her ass through her clothing and squeezed. “Your ass feels great. Womanly."
Grace smiled, her insecurities at bay for the time being.
Michael looked thoughtful for a moment. “You know Grace, if you could get back at Victoria, would you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Nothing damaging. I think I could arrange something though, if you were interested.”
Grace fidgeted a bit and felt agitated. She didn't like to think of her former boss and all the meanness she'd endured at her hands. “What are you getting at?”
“Just tell me yes or no.”
“Alright, yes. I suppose I would. She treated me like shit for no reason. I did a good job for her. Being her assistant was no picnic.”
Michael laughed. “Such language, Miss Grace.”
Grace swallowed and tried to relax. “Well, she did.”
Michael nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay what?”
“Okay… it’ll be a surprise.” He smiled.
Grace pretended to pout. “Michael, really, tell me what you have planned.”
“I want it to be a surprise. And I think you will be surprised.” He smiled secretively.
“Give me an idea? Just a little one?”
“Grace, there’s a part of Victoria you don’t know about. There is a sort of stereotype, which happens to have a ring of truth to it in her case. She walks all over everyone. But honestly, what she wants is someone to stand up to her.”
“How do you know this?”
Michael shrugged. “Let’s just say, Victoria has another side. One I’ve never indulged with her before. But it’s there.”
The intercom buzzed. Michael answered the doorman and after a short conversation returned to the seating area. “She’s here.”
“She’s here? Victoria? Now?” Grace's voice rose in disbelief.
He opened the door to the coat closet. “What I want you to do is step in here.”
“What? What is Victoria doing here?” Grace’s stunned confusion made her clumsy as she stepped toward the closet.
He gestured inside. “Grace, come on. She’ll be here soon. Take your wine glass.”
Grace laughed. “Alright, fine. I’ll trust you on this one.” She entered the closet and pulled the door shut. The closet had louvered slats, and if she held her head just right, she had a good view of the living room area.
Grace heard a knock on the door and saw Michael go down the hall. A moment later she could hear murmuring voices. Michael and Victoria entered the living area.
“Victoria, would you like some wine?”