Emily looked into the bag she had brought with her into the kitchen and felt minutely silly over its contents. Spicing things up in the bedroom was not her strong suit, and she found herself too often falling back on cliché, rather worn-out ideas. Not that he’d likely care. …
Her skin was like coal, dark black and ashy in places, so dry she looked as if a stiff wind would blow her away like a mound of sand in a hot desert. She spoke in a whisper as Jessica passed.
She might have missed it any other day…
It was a one-word command that lifted her from concentration on her work.
He was behind her, his hands around her neck, fingers pressing into her collarbone, before she had a chance to respond.
“You need to put it away. It’s time.”
“But, I have just one more email…”…
Rebecca couldn’t help glancing occasionally at the subtle bulge, wondering at the size of him. As he read, her gaze swam slow laps between his lips and the pleated shadows beneath his belt.
Michael Parks was relaxed and confident before this crowd, smiling easily and gesturing with his hands. His…
Misty gave her directive, “Call. Dave. Home,” and the car’s bluetooth obliged…”Calling Dave. Home.”
“Just stuck in traffic, bored outta my mind.”
“Ahhh…lookin’ for some action, eh?”
“I could probably swing somethin’.”
“Like…where are you?”
“Near exit 277. But, we’re…
Miranda had worked for Mr. Jordan for 15 years as the only flight attendant on his private jet. It was a sweet deal, really.
There were drawbacks of course.
Though she had a lot of time off, she was paid year-round to be on call. When Mr. Jordan wanted to…
It hung there, unopened, creamy white and expectant in midair. An unmarked envelope tied to a string over the kitchen counter.
She sat down her work things, piled her keys and purse on the counter, slipped off her blazer and placed it over the dining room chair.
With a smile…