The Seduction and Theft of Mrs. Hopkins
Chapter One
Arthur's notes:
The following is the first chapter in a love story that will have several chapters upon completion. This first chapter is a bit long and really doesn't feature much sex, but I hope you enjoy it. I'm still self editing so I may not have gotten all the literary mistakes worked out, I apologize. Constructive criticism is welcome, but please don't be mean.
Who is Arthur?
Part one
Peter Hopkins sat at his desk, it was a large antique Mahogany desk, fitting well in his fancy corner office on the 34th floor, of 1812 North Moore Street, in Rosslyn, a small commercial section of Arlington, Virginia. The room contained massive mahogany book shelves that lined the west and south walls, the collection of books includes some fiction purchased to fill in where needed, but also the necessary law, business, and investment volumes. Many of the shelves held framed pictures, both personal and professional, in the middle of the west wall were mahogany entry doors, 9 foot high, and when opened they gave you the feeling that you were walking into an office of significance. His desk was situated in front of the south wall of books. Built into the shelving in the corner of the west and south walls and behind his desk was a small wet bar, it was stocked with all the most sought after bourbons and whiskeys with an ice machine and small refrigerator full of various imported and a few domestic small brewery beers. There was a small collection of fine wines, including several bottles of champagne. Also included in the decor was a sitting area in front of the east facing window wall, containing a deep maroon colored leather couch with two matching arm chairs, all three surrounding a mahogany coffee table. The floor through out the office was Brazilian Hardwood, colored the same as the mahogany in the room, a Persian rug was under the items in the sitting area. Peter was a corporate lawyer, a man who had worked his way up to become a very important person (at least in his eyes) in the corporation. He felt he had earned this office. Peter's office was a man's office with it's north and east walls of 11 foot tall windows looking across the Potomac River, Rosevelt Island, and into the city of Washington DC. From here he could see the seat of our government, with it's many federal buildings and white marble monuments, and in fact it was a impressive view.
In his hands was a contract, what he hoped would be the final version of a land sales act. He was having a hard time concentrating on the document, a final comprehension of which was vital to completing the deal. The source of his discomfort was the lawyer who had brought him the document. She was in his office, walking about while he read, or tried to read. Gabriella Nevin, was an independent corporate lawyer, a self made woman with a law degree, masters degrees in mechanical engineering, and political science. Offices in Boston, Miami and DC. She spoke 3 languages fluently, not including her native English, and several others very well. Her stature was overwhelming, when Gabriela entered a room everybody noticed. She was a tall woman at 5' 10" and when wearing heels she towered over most people in the room, but it was the look and feel of confidence and abundant sex appeal, she exuded that made her stand out. Yes she was very attractive, the look of a conventional beauty. Her wavy lob of dark auburn hair framed her heart shaped face and just touched her shoulders. Her deep green eyes could be mesmerizing, her lips, full and sexy, a cute nose completed a face that was wonderfully appealing. She had a shapely body that reveled the many hours of martial arts and exercise she participated in, not an ounces of fat so evident in other woman of her 42 years. Today she was dressed in a gray tailored made suit, a one button jacket, a pencil skirt cut several inches above her knees, with slight slits on both side seams. A cream colored sleeveless, collarless silk blouse that reveled a small silver cross around her neck, with small gold hoop earrings completing her look.
Peter could not keep his eyes off of her, trying desperately not to be seen while stealing glances, but, only when he believed she would not notice. She did, it did not improve her opinion of him in the least. But something, had caught her interest, scattered about the office were several photographs of an attractive woman, a woman with the girl next door appeal. One was a picture of the woman with several other women, a beach scene with all the women in bathing suits. The attractive woman who had caught Gabriella's attention, was dressed in a red and white polka dot bikini. Gabriella picked up the photo to get a better look at this woman, she was cute, with a head full of long dirty blonde hair, pulled back in a pony tail, she looked fit and happy. Her smile was captivating, and inviting, it made Gabriella want to know more about her.
Gabrielle looked up catching Peter staring at her, again. His gaze quickly returned to the contract in hand. Peter was not an overly attractive man. That was a fact. He thought of himself as a ladies man, or a player, who had no problem cheating on his wife. His reputation amongst the woman of his sphere proceeded him. Some how, he had been reasonably successful in his pursuit of the opposite sex, although having tried several times to seduce Gabriella, with his sexual innuendos, and leering looks, he had not met with any interest from her. She could not see what sort of an attraction he could provide, to any woman. He was tall, and at sometime in his past may have been attractive, maybe even handsome, but now he was overweight and well on his way to being bald.
Gabriella continued to wander around the office, among the many "this is me celebrity photos" of the office owner, she found another photograph of the mysterious woman, a Mall Glamour Shot that was far to flashy for the woman it featured. Her natural girl next door beauty, did not need the over used make-up that the style of the photograph presented. Gabriella picked up the photo, again to get a better look at her, even with the over used make-up Gabriella could sense something about her, a tingle of attraction swept through her body.
Holding the photo in her hand she asked, "is this your daughter?"
Looking up to take a look at what Gabriella was holding, he answered, "No, that is my wife."
"Umm," Gabriella replied, she wanted to reply, you've got to be kidding me, this could not possibly be your wife, you fat fart, but she didn't.
"We have been married five or so years, her name is Corrine," he added, using the chance to speak, to get another good look at his guest.
Corrine Hopkins, well we will meet, thought Gabriella, as her mind began churning a plan to meet this sexy woman from the pictures.
"Well, I've reviewed this contract and I think we can sign the document, and complete the sale," Peter said. "We should go to lunch and celebrate, you and I," he continued, his eyes taking in the attractive lawyer from heels to hair.
What a fucking idiot, Gabriella thought, I wouldn't have lunch with him if he were the only person on earth who had lunch. There was something else that the idiot did not know, and Gabriella was going to use it to her advantage. The property that his firm was going to purchase could not be used for what they had planned. Gabriella had a friend who was an expert on land development and she had advised Gabriella that the property had too many costs to make it useful to Peter's firm. Gabriella also knew that the corporation she represented had expected to sell the property for far less than the proposed contract price.
His eyes drifted back to Gabriella's breasts, "So Ms Nevin, or may I call you Gabby..."
