She had been without sex for over a week and she fully intended to get laid tonight, even if it meant waking up Ben.She quietly let herself into the h...ouse, put down her bags, kicked off her shoes, and undressed. Moving as quietly as she could she moved into the bedroom with a wicked smile on her face. Boy, was Ben going to be surprised. She approached the bed. The room had just enough light to show Ben's outline lying on top the covers. Odd, she thought, Ben almost always pulls the covers over. It was a nice little convertible in a darkish green. She didn't have any family, and the car suited her businesswoman image. Speeding through traffic to her downtown offices, she would have ended up with a speeding ticket, that is if she was the only one who was driving too fast. She got to the office building in record time and went straight in the lift to her personal office."Janice, has that investigator gotten back from the States yet?" No Miss Smith, I think he was on his way to the. ‘Where are the others?’ Gilraen’s lips curled at the voice. ‘Hello, mother.’ Eáránë moved back to the threshold, as Dmitri closed the door behind Gilraen and himself. ‘Daughter.’ The Queen of Lúinwë reached out and grasped her daughter’s chin. Gilraen pulled away. Her mother laughed. ‘The others Dmitri?’ He pushed Gilraen into a chair and worked to bind her to it. ‘Turgon’s men most likely killed them all, save one – hoping to gain what knowledge he could from them – but don’t worry, none knew. She wiggles out of her too tight jeans. Her thong pulled askew as the jeans move down her hips. With a sigh she touches her moist cleft. She has been wet since leaving the bar; anticipating, wanting. She unclasps her bra. It too falls to the floor. Despite the warmth of the night, her nipples are hard. She does not touch them. Carefully, she pulls back the sheet and looks over his body. It is lithe but muscular with a thick scar across the left chest. A remnant of another life; a tougher.