" I hated that look with a passion. Yes, maybe my hair was a little greasy, and yes, maybe I was due for a shave, but that didn't warrant her being ...such a judgemental bitch.It was around about then that I caught myself in my internal tirade. I hadn't slept since accepting the job offer two weeks prior. It was starting to get to me."Ah, Terry Stafferson! The man, the myth and the legend himself!" A brash voice called from a sleek stairwell, throwing me rather off-kilter.A woman bedecked in. And started having my wine….he cam and sat behind me with his one arm wrapped around my waist and I put my head to rest on his left shoulders….and we were talking in whispers…Slowly he started kissing my neck….with champagne having its effect I was also enjoying it… :)I turned my face towards him and we both had a long passionate kiss….this time around I knew its gonna be a long and slow session and a passionate one at that…. :DI turned myself around and we both were sitting on floor facing. Her dress was long and dark green which made her beautiful eyes stand out. It had long sleeves and a high neck that did not hint at cleavage. She wore her pearl earrings and necklace, the latter with an extra turn round her neck so that it was almost a choker. She did not wear her charm bracelet. All the same, she looked stunning: her bright emerald eyes, her elfin face and her petite but curvaceous figure. Tom looked at her in wonder and love.He took her hands in his before they left the. ‘Er—actually,’ she put in quickly, ‘would you excuse me, just for a second? Feel free to carry on looking round. I just need to…’ Oh God, what could she say? ‘Check on something. In the kitchen.’ And swivelling on her heel, she took off at something approaching a run. ‘Oh!’ Up to her wrists in flour now, Gemma looked understandably startled as she crashed through the swing doors. ‘You okay?’ Melissa lurched to a halt beside her and planted both hands on the countertop, the granite cool beneath.