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her apartment.

When she got in Sal had the music on full blast and was dancing around the room like a woman possessed.

"Hi!" Fay shouted, "having fun?"

Sal was not in the least bit put off by her presence and continued to jump around to the music. "Ready for a session tonight gal?" Sal shouted back.

Fay laughed. "Oh go on then." She went to the stereo and turned the music down to a reasonable level and eventually Sal stopped.

"Soooo, how was your date with the good looking guy then?" Sal grinned.

Fay shook her head. "It wasn't a date and you know it, and it went...okay."

"What happened to your jumper?" Sal enquired.

"Nothing, it just got hot that's all," Fay replied, hoping that Sal wouldn't ask more.

Sal's eyes widened. "Oooh, got hot and sticky with the gorgeous guy eh Fay."

Fay looked annoyed. "Stop it or you'll be going out on your own tonight."

"Touchy, touchy," Sal teased, sliding backwards over the arm of the sofa and lying down, looking up at the ceiling. "I wonder if you got touchy, touchy with him today."

Fay glared in her direction and decided not to say any more on the subject to encourage her.

"Come on then if you want to go out, let's get ready."

Sal jumped up then. "Do you think he'll be out tonight?"

Fay frowned. "No... I don't think so anyway," she added.

"So he might be. We'll have to make sure you look gorgeous then to knock him off his feet," Sal grinned.

"Look, I'm not dressing up just for him, and he probably won't be there anyway."

Sal ignored her comment, skipping excitedly into Fay's bedroom and shouting out, "Let me choose your clothes."

"Whatever you want Sal," Fay replied, rolling her eyes. She knew better than to argue with her when she was in that kind of mood.

Sal picked out a pair of tight, black trousers and a black, basque style, strapless top.

"You'll look fab in this," she said triumphantly.

"Okay, I'll put it on," Fay sighed.

She showered and changed into the clothes and Sal fussed over her makeup. Standing in front of the mirror she inspected her reflection with a frown.

She looked as though she'd dressed for seduction.


"Here, put this on and these shoes," Sal said, handing her a black, velvet choker and a pair of black, high-heeled stilettos. She sighed and put them on.

"There, he'll be putty in your hands looking like that!" Sal exclaimed.

Fay tutted. "I don't want him to be putty in my hands, and I told you, he probably won't even be there."

"Bet you anything he is," Sal countered.

"Come on Miss Mischief, and don't go embarrassing me Sal, I work for him remember."

Chapter 10

Sal and Fay walked into 'The Wheelhouse' and Fay spotted Adam immediately. He was sitting mid way down the bar and she quickly moved her eyes away from him when he began to look up. As they made their way to the top of the bar one of the locals noticed them and wolf whistled. Fay smiled and went over to him.

"Hi Bill, I hope you're planning on behaving yourself tonight," she grinned.

He put his arm around her waist and she rested her hand on his shoulder, looking down at him.

"You're looking incredibly sexy tonight Fay, how's a man expected to behave himself?"

"With self restraint," she winked.

"So, when are you going to let me wine and dine you then gorgeous?" he asked.

"Come on Bill, you can wine and dine me any time you want, you just have to ask," she replied innocently.

"Bloody hell, all that wasted time!"

Fay chuckled and turned to the bar to order a drink. She had known Bill for years and he loved flirting with her but they had an unspoken understanding that there was nothing in it. She attracted Ruth's attention and ordered wine for herself and Sal. Then she looked over at Adam, who was sitting a couple of seats down, and waved. He grinned and his eyes widened as they slowly travelled up and down her body.

"Wow," he mouthed to her and she laughed, picking up her drink and looking around for Sal. She was standing chatting to Pat so Fay approached them, handing Sal the glass of wine.

"Hi Pat, hows you?"

She smiled. "Oh I'm fine, everything is tickety boo."

"Glad to hear it," Fay giggled.

Sal leant towards Fay and whispered into her ear, "Told you he'd be here."

Pat watched them. "Hey, if there's any secrets going on here I want to know about them!"

"No secrets, it's just Sal being Sal," Fay said quickly.

"You can't get round me that easily, come on spill the beans."

Sal was eager to expand on the conversation. "It's Fay's new boss, she didn't think he'd be here tonight but I knew he would. He's got the hots for her."

"He hasn't got the hots for me, will you stop?" Fay whispered nervously.

Sal tutted. "Oh, come on Fay, did you see the way he looked at you when you walked in?"

"How did he look at me?"

"Like he wanted to take all your clothes off!" Sal grinned.

"Don't be so ridiculous."

"Ur, I have to agree with Sal there," Pat added.

Fay turned her back to the man in question and leaned closer to Pat and Sal to speak in a hushed voice. "Well he's not going to get to take my clothes off so that's an end to it."

Pat and Sal looked at each other and shrugged.

"I guess I should go and say hi anyway," Fay said.

"Guess you should," Sal replied, elbowing Pat and watching as Fay walked away.

She took a deep breath and walked around the girls towards Adam. He noticed her approaching and watched her every step, making her feel jittery and nervous inside.

"Hi," she smiled, hiding her nervousness inside with an outward show of confidence.

"Hello Fay, you look," he cleared his throat, "different."

"Thanks...I think," she laughed.

"I was trying to think of a polite way of putting it. More accurately, you look sexy as hell!"

Fay stared at him in shock. "Adam! Don't go saying things like that, you'll start gossip," she replied, glancing around the bar to see if anyone was listening.

"Oh don't worry, every other man in the bar is saying the same thing," he said casually.

"Hmm, I let Sal dress me tonight, that's the problem," she explained.

"God, get Sal to dress you more often then!" he exclaimed. She laughed. "So this is your local then?" he stated.

She nodded. "Yep, I've known Ruth for a long time."

"Nice lady."

Fay turned to look at her. "Yes she is."

As she turned away his eyes fell to her top and lingered on her cleavage.

God she was hot! How was he going to get through that night without keeping his hands off her?

She turned back and his eyes moved to her face.

"Hi Adam," Pat and Sal chorused as they joined them.

Oh hell, what were they going to say now?

"Hello ladies. How are you this evening?" he answered.

Pat and Sal lapped up his attention. "Very well thank you."

"Can I get any of you lovely ladies another drink?" he asked, putting on the charm.

Pat replied, "Well thank you very kindly."

"Wine is it?" he questioned. They nodded.

"Fay?" He turned to her.

She paused and then smiled. "Thanks, wine will be fine."

He ordered the drinks and they sat at the bar together.

"So where are all your boyfriends tonight then?" Adam asked, looking from one to the other.

Pat sighed. "Still waiting for Mr Right."

"Ah. Fay's given up a night with her boyfriend for you Sal," he said, fishing for information. Fay grimaced.

"What boyfriend?" Sal frowned.

"Tim isn't it Fay?" Adam enquired politely. She laughed nervously, praying for Sal to remain quiet.

"I thought you were going to..." Sal began.

Fay cut Sal off by abruptly turning to Adam and talking over her. "So, where abouts in the town do you live?"

He laughed, reaching around Fay to speak to Sal. "Thought she was going to what?"

Fay turned and glared at Sal.

"Oh...err..." she looked unsure of how to continue.

"Oh look, I'm not afraid of her," Pat cut in, "we thought you'd dumped him."

Fay rolled her eyes. "I'm sure Adam doesn't want to know all about my love life."

He addressed Pat. "Oh, no, no, carry on."

Pat pulled a face. "He was boring, that's what you told us wasn't it Fay?"

Fay took a gulp of her wine. "I don't remember that conversation."

"No?" Adam looked extremely pleased with himself.

Pat became a little impatient with the conversation then and stood up suddenly. "Well, I can feel a Sambuca coming on."

Fay closed her eyes. "Oh no!"

"Ah yes, it would be rude not to," Pat insisted.

She ordered five Sambuca shots; one for Ruth and the others for Adam, Fay, Sal and herself. Fay looked down at it anxiously.

"Do we have to?" she asked with pleading eyes.

"Absolutely," Pat confirmed.

"Okay but if we start on these someone'll have to