Mia scooted over to the right. “I’m guessing yours was left too?” he asked and she smiled and nodded back. “I’m pre-warned then if you snugg...le over to my side during the night then,” he joked. “Don’t flatter yourself.” “Who me?” He climbed into the bed, both him and Mia now aware of the impossibly small gap that separated their bodies. “Ohh, Jesse you’re so nice why can’t I find a hot stud like you for myself?’” he mocked, in a poor attempt at a Scottish accent. Mia playfully slapped him. They ate in silence for the next fifteen minutes, minutes spent by Shane daringly trying to get a glimpse of Kerry’s cleavage without her noticing. Of course, she did notice, as he was being plainly obvious, but she wanted him to have a look, to see what he couldn’t have, make him sweat. Finishing her last crust of pizza, she ran her finger through a spot of tomato sauce, placing it on her tongue seductively before drawing it out, moaning “Mmmmm, that was delicious.” She made a point of. A new name, a bolder game.”The conversion to Triple-I was public, legal, official. They even changed their NYSE symbol.One thing that didn’t change — Hugh Macklin owned a majority, a controlling majority, of Class B shares. Which meant that the major decisions on acquisitions, mergers, and, significantly, Board members were his to make.What most people didn’t then understand, and still don’t — dropping the corporate name ‘Macklin’ coincided with the opening skirmishes of the nationwide. It wasn’t that she came across as a prude, but she always acted so professional that she seemed unapproachable. Now here he was broaching the subject of having an extra-marital fling with her. ‘I don’t think discretion would problem, I’m certainly not going to tell anyone.’ The conversation continued while they ate. Sean was amazed that Cyndi hadn’t tried to change the subject. Cyndi was surprised that she was actually thinking about fucking Sean. She knew Reg’s favorite fantasy was to come.