Grant want.” I’m sure the satellite carrying our call frosted over.“I think he wants to ask me out on a date,” Cinnamon said. “He’s handso...me.”“He’s way too old for you, Cinnamon!” I said a little too vehemently. What was I thinking?”“Jealous?” she teased.“No! I’m not interested in Mr. Grant. And I won’t date a client. Now why did he come around?”“He said he was worried about you. Frankly, I’d say you should be worried about him.”“Why?”“He was on crutches.”“What happened?” I was alarmed. Jordan. Roughly he massages your breasts and pinches your nipples. Soon your nipples are erect, standing out defiantly from the rest of your body. A small squeak involuntarily slips from your lips. Quickly you bite your bottom lip to prevent another from escaping. The man smiles, leans in and whispers in your ear, "Sounds like someone liked that." He leans in even closer and sucks you gently on your neck, leaving a small hickey. "Don't worry. You can enjoy it, I won't tell anyone." One hand continues. Out of the corner of her eye, Emily saw Angelique swallow hard. She ordered another Negroni and offered Emily one. Emily accepted. The drinks were placed next to the almost finished glasses and Emily greedily knocked hers back to give to the bar lady. She licked her lips before picking up the next drink. She looked at Angelique who was still sipping her first.“You look like you have something on your mind?” asked Emily. Angelique said nothing at first but finished her drink.“I’m intrigued,” she. You don’t like it? Well son, I offered you the position first. It could have been you going away with me now instead of your wife.’ Stu mumbled something about my corporate soulless company and hung up. The next day, Donna arrived a little late and had her wrist bandaged. ‘What the hell happened?’ I pointed to her wrist. Her eyes welled up and she tried to tell me she had fallen and hurt her wrist. ‘Stu did this, didn’t he?’ I roared. She neither confirmed nor denied it. All was not well in.