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She sighed.“I’ll take him.”
“Great!” Kitty sounded relieved.“It’s for 8:00 p.m. A business party. I’ll shoot you the info packet right away.”
Gripping her mug, Eve padded in her fuzzy slippers to her comfyleather couch. Sinking into the soft red Napa, she tossed a coaster on the cherry coffee table and set her mug on top. Her iPad chimed with the email notification. She opened the message and began to read.
Name: Devon Alan Thomason
Age: 30
Occupation: corporate pilot
Marital status: single, never married
She skipped the rest of his personal information and preferences.
Function tonight: celebratory, important reveal
Dress: formal
Company: Lars Aviation
Location: Lark Hotel
Lark Hotel. That was the new glass tower that had shot up seemingly overnight. She hadn’t been there yet.
Eve finished her coffee and took her mug to the dishwasher. She tapped her nails on the white granite countertop, eyeing the ticking daisy-shaped wall clock above the stainless microwave.
She should get started. She needed a quick manicure, and Devon liked her in red, so she’d break out the fabulous crimson formal Lauren had crafted.
Perhaps an evening with him was precisely what she needed to finally get her mind off the encounter with the mysterious Adam.
Adam
She’d come early.
The lock whirred, and in the next moment, in she strutted, pin-straight blonde hair flowing down her back to her ass. She wore a lightblue dress he immediately noticed was split in the front, the parted fabric held by what looked like a ladder made up of glittering clear crystal bars. The split began between her tits, slanting diagonally down her waist and snaking along one thigh.
A bit too much for his announcement celebration, but it would have to do.
“Adam,” she cooed from the bathroom doorway, flipping back her nearly white hair. Hand on her hip, she thrust out one long leg, deliberately posing.“It’s been too long.”
Towel around his waist, he viewed her in the mirror as he dragged the razor along his jaw.“Heather.”
Her high-heeled silver shoes clacked loudly on the marble floor. A sly smile curved her glossy pink lips, her tongue running slowly over a mouth that was a tad too wide. Funny, he’d never noticed that before.
He turned his gaze back to himself, resuming shaving.“I sent Premier the invitation. You know we don’t need to leave for another hour.”
She slithered up behind him.“I do know.”
Heather pressed herself fully against his back, her small tits flattening against him, her arms encircling his waist, her long steel-blue nails raking over the top edge of his white towel.“I booked you extra time. On me.” She giggled at her own pun.
Boldly, she slid one hand up his chest, kneading his pec, her other hand moving eagerly to rub him.“I missed your cock.”
He paused, razor in hand, unable to suppress a smirk.“Oh, did you?”
“Yes,” she purred.“I did. I was so happy to see your request for me tonight. You read my dirty, dirty mind.”
“It’s for accompanying me to an event. There’s nothing in the request that mentionsdirty, Heather.”