Novella Chapter 4:Dinner, Wine, and More

Chapter 4 Dinner, Wine, and More

The evening air was alive with the buzz of conversation and laughter as Brittney found herself seated at a cozy restaurant with David and his friends. The dim lighting and the clinking of glasses created an atmosphere of warmth and intimacy, but beneath the surface, Brittney couldn't shake the gnawing sense of guilt that had been haunting her all day.

As they dined on delicious food and shared stories from their lives, Brittney found herself drawn deeper into the circle of David's friends. They were a diverse group, united by their passion for their work and their shared sense of camaraderie.

But even as she laughed and joked with them, Brittney couldn't escape the feeling that she was betraying her husband's trust. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying David's company as much as she was, but with each sip of wine, her inhibitions melted away, leaving her vulnerable to the magnetic pull of his presence.

After dinner, David insisted on walking Brittney back to her room. As she walked from the elevator, she felt his hand touch her arm lightly as if he was being sure she was steady after that meal and wine. Brittney tried to focus on the sound of her own footsteps echoing against the walls, but she couldn't ignore the electricity that crackled between them, drawing them closer with each passing moment.

When they reached her door, Brittney hesitated, her hand hovering over the handle as she turned to face David. She had already made her phone call to her husband, Alex, and her daughters, exchanging a few words of affection. But now, as David stood before her with his gentle smile and his eyes full of warmth, she felt her resolve crumbling.

Before she could stop herself, Brittney leaned forward and pressed her lips against David's, a rush of heat flooding through her veins. But as quickly as it had begun, the moment was over, and Brittney pulled away, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what came over me. It must be the wine."

David's expression softened and his eyes filled with understanding as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. "It's okay, Brittney. There's no need to apologize. I understand."

But Brittney couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that washed over her. Without another word, she turned and quickly retreated into her room, closing the door behind her with a heavy sigh.

Brittney’s king-sized bed felt immense and cold. She thought of the events of the day and wondered how she could have kissed David. It was astonishing to her. The fingers of her left hand touched her lips as she thought of David’s face and how kind it had been when she apologized for her indiscretion.

Her right hand drifted down and she began to rub herself as she sometimes did while reading romance novels. She imagined David being there with her. In a few moments she was wet, and her fingers found their way inside.