Jodie was grateful for the warmth of the thick coat. It swept down to mid calf, enveloping her in its warmth. The night was crisply icy and she couldn't imagine walking the streets without it, especially tonight.
The office Christmas party was in full swing when she arrived. Light streamed out of the windows, illuminating the piles of snow in the parking lot, and music wafted out into the night. Inside, she picked a cup of wine from the tray and looked around. There were the usual jaunty paper hats, silver tinsel around people's necks, and laughter fueled by the annual holiday bonus. In one corner, the telephone sales team was playing drinking games, and the office dowager was sitting guard over the food. Jodie checked her own hat, a scarlet Santa hat trimmed in lush, white faux fur. It looked better than any tinsel.
Belting her coat more tightly around her, Jodie slipped through the crowd with one goal in mind. Max. Hunky, teasing Max; he of the chiseled cheeks and shaggy dark hair, worthy of any romance novel cover. Max, whose fingers always brushed hers for a moment too long when he handed her a report, and whose dancing eyes seemed to promise sensual pleasures galore. Max, who for all the promise in his gaze, had yet to ask her out, in spite of her less-than-subtle hints. If he didn't ask her after tonight, then the man was dead below the waist.
She drained the wine for Dutch courage, snagged another one from a table, and set off in search of her prey. It didn't take long; there he was in a corner surrounded by a bevy of women. Skinny, single, available women, whose slim figures sported the brightest colors and the latest fashions. Jodie moved over, flaunting her drop dead gorgeous curves effortlessly into the center of the group and trailing her fingers over Max's arm.
"Merry Christmas," she murmured softly, as if they were the only two in the room. Deliberately, she brushed his fingers as she took his paper cup, raising it to her lips and taking a sip of wine. She handed it back to him so that he couldn't miss her bold scarlet lipstick on the white cup, a faithful print of her full lips. Like a kiss. "I have a special present for you." Her eyes gleamed mischief under lowered lashes. "Come and find me when you're ready."
Without a backward glance at the silent women, Jodie walked slowly over to a quiet corner on the far side of the room. She could play the waiting game.
Arching her back slightly, she ran her fingers through her hair and pushed her full breasts out into a lush plentiful curve. She leaned back, raising a foot to rest it against the wall in an artfully casual pose. The long coat fell back, revealing gently curving shoulders, and the start of warm, soft cleavage. Casually, she sipped her drink, and let her gaze drift around the room.
She was getting attention all right - of the right kind. She could see Max out of the corner of her eye, and although he was still chatting, she sensed his attention was drifting. Putting down her drink, she let her fingers drift to the belt of the enveloping coat. A twist and the belt hung loose.
The coat fell open, and Jodie knew that the watchers would see the sinful scarlet stretch velvet Santa dress and a flash of pristine white faux fur framing her womanly form.
Demurely, she sipped her drink and checked Max. He was definitely twitching. The hook was set; all she had to do was reel him in. A quick twitch of her fingers and she removed the coat. Before she could place it on the chair, Max was by her side. There was open admiration in his brown eyes and a flush on his cheeks as if the room were warm. Very warm.
Jodie stretched, feeling the smooth velvet caressing her voluptuous hourglass shape and the white fur trim hugging her shoulders. The dress was a masterstroke, a red dream that faithfully outlined every curve and valley of her lush figure. Underneath the dress, and unbeknownst to Max, were a pair of red sheer stockings held up by a red lace garter belt. Bright red high heeled pumps peeked from underneath the long red velvet skirt. It was definitely a Christmas dress; one that made her think of sinful Santas, and special presents that were best opened in a private place.
She cocked her head on one side inquiringly, and looked directly at Max. "You wanted something?"
He swallowed twice before he spoke. "You had a present for me?"
Jodie reached up and adjusted his tie, letting her fingers trail over the skin of his neck. Her pulse raced, but a buoyant confidence surged through her. This dress, this wonderful seductive dress, was worth a thousand words. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and the open admiration in his eyes gave her the final boost she needed to carry out her audacious plan.
"I do." She waited.
"What is it?"
She stepped up to him, and wrapped her hand around his arm.
"Me."
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