Kate started her day much in the same way as she normally would, pouring a cup of scalding black coffee into her favourite chipped Jack Vettriano mug.
She padded across the wooden floorboards from the kitchen into her bedroom, pausing briefly to run her eye over the outfit she had chosen for the day. She smiled, happy that the black pencil skirt, white blouse and heels would work so well together.
Walking out onto her small balcony she turned her face towards the spring sun, enjoying the gentle warmth and breathing the crisp morning air in deeply.
Having finished her coffee, Kate walked back into he large en suite bedroom, flipped on the radio and headed for the shower. The Rolling Stones blared through the speakers, Mick Jagger's voice crashing roughly over the chorus of Satisfaction.
She let the silk dressing robe she was wearing slip off her shoulders and hung it on the back of the bathroom door. Glancing up she caught a glimpse of herself naked in the full length mirror. Her light blonde hair was cut short, to just above shoulder length, and was still ruffled from sleep. Her nose was sprinkled with a dusting of faint freckles and she had full lips with strong blue, green eyes which flirted with the light. She let her eyes wander down her neck, onto her shoulders, stopping at her rounded, firm breasts, the pink nipples pointing out and up in the cool morning air.
Her skin was a light tanned brown, courtesy of a rare recent holiday to Bali, and her flat, smooth stomach the result of her regular runs through Kensington Gardens. Her eyes followed the curve of her hips in the mirror, and lingered when she caught sight of the small butterfly tattoo on her waist, a reminder of her time spent studying in Paris. She had beautiful legs, that always seemed slightly longer than they were and which reached up to a neat, closely clipped bush of light blonde hair. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be for tonight," she thought with a sigh and dived into the shower, the warm spray prickling her skin, splashing onto her chest and running down her stomach.
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Kate arrived at work early and settled in behind her desk to go through her emails, her hair now neatly tied back. She reached up to push a stray strand behind her ear as she completed a reply to one of the book publishers interested in a novel she'd been sent by an up and coming young author.
All Kate could really think about though was Jenny, the carefree American girl she'd met at a housewarming for some friends a few days before. They'd chatted about work, books, the theatre and travel and Kate had found herself attracted to Jenny in a way she'd never felt for another woman before. She had had her share of flings with girls, but Jenny was different. Jenny was smart, sassy, intelligent and charming and the way she moved, spoke and flirted simply demanded attention.
Why was the clock moving so slowly? She really wished the day would hurry, Jenny was arriving at her flat at 6 and Kate wanted everything to be perfect.
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