Friday, 4 November 2016
Flash Fiction Friday: More than coffee
More than coffee
“There you go, Madam,” I said, handing her her coffee.
“Thank you, Wade.”
Seeing her laying on the bed in sheer lingerie I quickly turned to leave, desperate to hide the growing bulge in my trousers.
“Excuse me, Wade,” she called after me. “I can't remember giving you permission to leave.”
“I'm sorry, Madam. I just thought because of the way you're dressed.”
“I'm dressed like this because I knew it would be you bringing my coffee,” she responded, placing her cup on her bedside table. “And I want a lot more than just coffee from you.”