If you haven't read the earlier stories in this series yet I recommend you do so first to understand the history of the developing dynamic between Beth and Marc.
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The rest of the dinner was uneventful. Their brief absence from the table had not been noted despite Beth returning to the table with a slight blush in her cheeks.
The night was drawing to a close and one by one their colleagues started slipping away leaving just a small group left to continue the party.
At around 10pm Beth stood up. "I think that's me done" she said finishing the last of her wine in one gulp.
Marc caught sight of this action, a pang of disappointment in his throat. They'd barely spoken since the dinner had ended and they'd moved into the bar area. He'd been hoping that their paths would cross again later in the evening and the flirtation could resume, perhaps even something more.
He tried to subtly catch her eye as she left but her gaze was elsewhere as she headed to the lift and disappeared.
Another drink was placed in his hand and he supposed he'd better make the most of the night. A guy was next to him babbling on about something he pretended to listen to whilst secretly eying up his phone hoping for a message, but none came.
The evening quickly lost its appeal, so Marc finished up his drink and bid his colleagues goodnight despite their protests that he should stay and make the most of the open tab.
He retrieved his jacket that he'd left draped over a chair earlier in the evening and folded it over his arm. 'That's strange' he thought as he felt something in his pocket through the fabric, he didn't normally keep anything inside these pockets.
As he strode to the lift he fished inside the pocket and pulled out a room key card that he could have sworn he'd put in to his wallet. Instinct told him to continue to rummage in the pocket and upon doing so he found a post-it note folded in to a small square. Unfolding the paper he found only one thing written on it -- '1012'.
Taking the elevator to the 10th floor he strode down the corridor to room 1012. Sure enough as he held the card to the door it made the familiar beep to signal that it was unlocked. He pushed it open and walked through anticipating what might be waiting for him within.
The room was dimly lit but well enough to see what was going on. Beth lay in the centre of the bed, entirely naked save for a pair of spiked black heels. A naughty smile played across her lips.
"What took you so long?" she asked teasingly.
It was the first time he'd properly had the opportunity to appreciate her body given the frantic nature of their other encounters. He stopped part way into the room to take her in.
He was happy to see that reality lived up to the snippets he had glimpsed in the past and the fantasies that had played out in his mind.
The form of her body matched the delicate features of her face. Her smile revealed her dimples, and she would have looked sweet and innocent if it wasn't for the circumstances.
Her porcelain skin seemed to shine in the moonlight and there was something almost fragile about her. He remembered how easily he'd grasped those slender wrists in his hands and how she'd been powerless to fight him off even if she'd wanted to.
"I'm here now" he responded.
"What would you like me to do?" she asked in a near whisper.
He paused for a moment. "Spread your legs" he said deeply.
As he continued watching she seductively drew one leg to the side and then the other revealing the soft folds of flesh that he had toyed with under the table only hours ago.
Spotting a chair near the foot of the bed he drew it closer, spun it around, and sat down ensuring he had the best view in the house to watch the show.
"Touch yourself for me" he ordered.
