As Helen Stewart turned opened her office door with Jim two short footsteps behind her she felt something was out of place and as she entered the room she saw a dark head disappear under her desk. Her breath caught in her throat, her head spinning what the ***** was going on? All she did know was that the dark head belonged to her illicit lover and she had to make damn sure that Jim Fenner did not find out that Nikki Wade was somewhere she oughtn’t to be.

“ So what did you want to talk to me about “ asked Helen as she ushered him into the room.

“ Shell Dockley and Nikki Wade” he replied as he shuffled toward the sofa positioned in front of the desk. He sat down without invitation and waited for her questions.

“ What about them Jim. Isn’t this a bit old hat?” Helen moved toward her desk. She moved her chair out to sit down but before doing so looked under the desk. She saw Nikki crouched under the desk her long legs folded under her and a sheepish look on her face. She smiled at Helen apologetically and shrugged her shoulders. Helen frowned and sat upright. She looked at Jim and let out a deep breath when she realised that he did not have a clue that the object of his hate was less that four feet away from him.

“ Shell is on basic and that dy… Wade is on enhanced I want an explanation Helen. It does not make sense. Wade is trouble.” He began.

“ Jim” Helen said failing to hide the incredulity in her voice. “ For once and for all such decisions are mine and even so Nikki has had an exemplary record for the last six months”.

Nikki felt claustrophobic and her thighs ached. It was hot and she felt faint. In front of her all she could see were Helen’s smooth tanned legs. It was July and the weather had been glorious for the last week. Helen wore a short silk skirt that rested neatly on her knees. Nikki moved closer she could feel Helen’s warmth. She edged nearer with her knees just touching Helen’s toes. She lifted her right hand and slowly traced it up Helen’s thigh, her hand only millimetres away from the soft flesh, her heart pounding. She edged nearer and could make out the beginnings of goose bumps on Helen’s legs. She knew Helen could feel her. She knew it was dangerous but could not resist, her brain not being able to formulate a reason for not gently tracing her forefinger from ankle to knee.