Free Thanks a Million by Dee Dawning Page B

when he set her down so she held on to him to steady herself. “Wow! What’s going on? The whole time I was the principal showgirl, I never saw you here, and now, here you are, kissing and hugging and making me dizzy.”
    “I’m very happy. Dana is so busy with the upcoming opening, he will not be able to join us here. Let me ask you. If Dana said you could sleep with me would you?”
    That took her aback. Having sex with her husband and another was one thing. Having sex with just the other alone was another matter. Still, if he couldn’t join in as agreed and wanted her to continue as an extension of what they’d agreed, why not. “I would lay with you as my lover if it’s what my husband wants, but you must not sleep in my bed as my husband would. I only have one husband.”
    “Those conditions are fine with me. Now, that you are expecting my child, I would like you to move into the suite next to mine so I can come to your bed.”
    “I could do that. It would even make it easier to run the show, but I need to know it’s all right with Dana.”
    He unfolded a piece of paper and handed it to her to read.
    To Whom It May Concern,
    My dear wife Fallon, in my absence has my permission to take my friend and employer, Stuart L. Wynne, as her lover for period not to exceed six months from this date. This does not preclude me, should I become available from reclaiming my husbandly right for this period when I am available.
    Dana C. Allen
    “Is that clear enough?”
    “Clear as glass. I assume this is my copy?”
    “It is. May I come to your bed tonight?”
    She folded the letter and since she didn’t have her purse handy, stuffed it in her bra. “I’ll look forward to it. Say nine o’clock.”
    “Nine it is.”
    * * * *
    The show’s cast and staff had just left for the day. Michelle was finishing some paperwork, planning on grabbing a bite in the cafeteria before heading up to Dana’s suite, when Dana’s gorgeous secretary, Lora, waltzed into her off-stage office and stood in front of her desk. She must’ve gone home and changed because she was dressed sexier than when she’d seen her earlier and she was dressed sexy then. She wore a white halter top with gold fringe across the bottom and a very short matching skirt which only covered the bottom half of her bikini waxed mons. The only other thing she wore was a pair of mid-calf, high heeled, gold, tie up boots.
    As she waited for an explanation, Lora took a seat as if she was expected and crossed her right leg over her left knee. With her large blue eyes and hair in pigtails, she looked sixteen.
    “Yes, Lora, can I help you? You’re not here to ask about the compromising situation you saw Dana and me in the week before last, are you? It was just one of those spontaneous things that occasionally happens between coworkers.”
    Michelle grew concerned as a sinister smile formed on Lora’s lovely lips. Lora was beautiful. Why had she okayed someone so gorgeous to be Dana’s secretary? A girl as beautiful as her, who could then become her competition? Because there’s something about her that appeals to me.
    “Not exactly,” she answered, her smile sliding to one side of her pretty face, “although that confirmed my suspicions.”
    Michelle felt her eyebrows rise with curiosity, but she waited her out.
    “If my employment application would have had a line that asked sexual orientation, my answer would have been bi-sexual . Did you know that in addition to the ten percent of women who prefer women, another ten percent like sex with either men or women or both and twenty percent are bi-curious? Bi-curious means—“
    Michelle’s palms began to perspire and the room seemed warm. Fidgeting in her seat, she said, “I know what bi-curious is. What’s your point?”
    Lora’s devious smile returned. “I think.” Michelle’s pulse surged as Lora paused to run her tongue over her upper lip. “You are bi-sexual, too or at least curious.”
    To Michelle’s