She tugged at it viciously, alleviating the need for…for. xxx sex …for what? Nadia suddenly felt a rush of euphoria. You misunderstand. “Nadia.” She looked at him quizzically and he yanked the car door open. They talked and ate, shared and devoured and complimented each other’s choices of food and companion. Alex gesticulated to the elegant understated sign above their heads as they stood at the entrance. A woman glanced at her and gave that smile that passing motorists do. She pinched it harder inside her blouse, inside her bra. “I hope my presence in the office hasn’t offended you Nadia.” He continued. His hand roughly found the front of her bra and he pulled it down, stretching the elastic of the straps, digging it into her flesh. He sat in Nadia’s eyeline and sometimes, as she worked, she stared at him surreptitiously, wondering about him, finding him reasonably attractive. That stupid fucking liberty taking asshole. She arched her back from the bed and made a keening wailing sound. That stupid fucking liberty taking asshole. “The Beautiful Lady!” She smiled back as her heart skipped and her stomach lurched. What do you say? He let her go through first with a wave of his arm and he followed behind.
