I wonder if I should try and come on to her? I wonder if she'd be open to that? It probably wouldn't be fair to especially thinking about David. After all, I do have to work with him.

Jesus! I've already got a hard-on. Look at those tits! I'd give my right arm just to feel them.

He smiled over at her, noting that her slim, tapering hands were in her lap, the fingers entwined, nervously.

"How's David?" he said. "Has he had a couple of days off or something? I haven't seen him around for a few days."

"Yes, he took a couple of days off to go to a tournament in Los Angeles."

"Oh, he sure works hard at it, doesn't he?"

"Yeah. I wish he'd work just as hard in other directions," she said smiling wistfully. She turned her head to look out the window. Eddie spoke to the back of her shining head, puzzled by the meaning of her words.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It just means that he keeps himself in top condition to play but when it comes to me… well…"

Her message came over strong and clear, but he was also sure that she, naively, didn't realize the signals she was giving out. She was being honest only. His eyes drifted over her, again, liking what he saw more and more, meanwhile his attentions of keeping away from one of his fellow tennis pro's wife was getting pushed farther and farther into the recesses of his mind by the persistent pulsing of his rock-hard erection between his legs. He decided to probe a little deeper.

"Do you mean he's not satisfying you in bed?" he burst out breathlessly.

The dark-haired beauty didn't answer immediately. After a moment, she said. "Yes, that's it." She sighed and dropped her gaze, demurely to her hands, wringing them agitatedly in her lap.