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every woman wanted to be like her.
    While Andie looked around the room, Matt considered his wife. She looked like a different woman. A total stranger. He could have her, even in the car if he wanted to, and he wouldn’t be cheating on Andrea.
    No guilt!
    ‘You know, I’d
die
if we ran into someone we know,’ she said.
    Matt spoke quickly. No negative thoughts, please. ‘So, what possessed you to do this?’
    ‘I thought you’d like it.’
    ‘Oh, I do.’
    ‘And besides, I know I’ve been a real bitch lately.’
    ‘Nah,’ Matt said, hoping she wasn’t losing the mood.
    She slid around the booth, closer to him. ‘And I wanted to make it up to you.’
    ‘It’s working, believe me.’
    The waiter returned and poured the rest of their wine into their glasses. Andie leaned forward in front of him, her breasts shifting noticeably beneath her blouse.
    ‘Will there be anything else?’ the waiter asked, trying not to gawk.
    ‘No,’ Andie said. She stared at her husband, slowly uncrossing her legs and slipping her hands under the table. ‘That will be all.’
    The kid placed the check on the table, smiled, and took his leave.
    ‘You’re a real piece of work, Della Croce,’ Matt said, moving closer to her.
    ‘Want me to flirt some more?’
    ‘Well, let’s see. Are you going home with me?’
    ‘
Always
.’ She drained her glass, set it on the table. ‘But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun while we’re out.’ It was her third glass of wine and Matt knew that that was prime Andie buzz-level for sex. She ran her finger up and down his leg. ‘Let’s go play,’ she said.
    ‘Andrea
Heller
. Now who’s the naughty one?’ He felt himself start to harden. Something was definitely happening here.
    ‘Me.’
    ‘Where would you like to go?’
    ‘Oh,’ she began, running her hand over his thickening erection, ‘let’s go someplace where nobody knows us.’ She squeezed him. ‘I’ve got this idea.’ She stuck her tongue in his ear. ‘Tell me what you think.’
    He sat at the bar, scanned the room. Forty or fifty people. Mostly men. Mostly business types.
    They had driven to a hotel bar they had never gone to, just to avoid any possible run-ins with anybody they knew. Between their two jobs, their circle ran rather wide, and Andie Heller in a blond wig on the opposite side of a bar from her husband would warrant some pretty good tap-dancing to explain.
    Matt’s erection had reached furious proportions before he even made it inside the bar, so he had ducked into the men’s room first and hidden out in a stall until it was manageable. All that Andie had said – that is, the new Andie, as Matt was beginning to think of her – was to go in, sit at the bar and she’d be there in ten minutes or so. That was it. Matt had no idea what she was up to, but he was absolutely delirious with the possibilities. How far would she take this?
    Was she going to pick someone up?
    Would she actually
do
that?
    And if she did, how would he really feel? He had no idea, but the very notion filled him with an intoxicating mix of arousal, jealousy and a physical euphoria.
    After a few minutes, Andie walked into the bar and sat three empty stools to Matt’s left. She crossed her legs and ordered a White Russian, another first.
    Before long, one of the business types stepped between them. Dark hair, medium build, gray suit, thirtyish. Matt heard the man say something about buying her a drink. Andie said something about having one on the way. They chatted for a bit, but Matt could only pick up bits and pieces over the music. Ten minutes later the guy left.
    Matt found that his heart had been racing the whole time, and for the first time in his life he was beginning to wonder if he was cut out for the actual fulfilment of his fantasies.
    Andie looked over at him and smiled. Matt was just about to slide over and suggest they leave, when another of the business types slipped between them. Taller, much better dressed,