“James, Romy has just told us something – and showed us – that you need to know about.”He sighed and nodded. “Hit me.”I laid a hand on Rom...y’s arm. “That’s idiom,” I said.“I know,” she responded primly. “I do have several centuries of data now. That one’s quite old.” She turned back to James. “Forgive me. I do not mean to imply you are old.”He smiled. One can hardly help smiling at Romy. “But in fact it is quite possible you may be about to ‘hit me’ with some information which will upset the. I was on a two year secondment from our headquarters in the UK and I was liking the job so far. And this trip was an added bonus for me as I loved to travel and do a little of my own sightseeing. We sat in the airport lounge and enjoyed Scotch on the rocks. Nothing hits the spot better than that combination. Mike was gazing at me with that look again, crumbs, hope I could keep my hands to myself. He was a very attractive guy under that little goatee beard and designer frames. His right leg. I felt my face turning bright red again. My eyes were focused on the floor in front of me, looking for a hole I could crawl into, but I could sense that she was still staring at me, waiting for an answer. "Maybe three or four times a week," I finally managed to stammer, deciding once again that honesty was the best policy."Do you always use the girlie books you steal?" No ma'am. Sometimes I think about girls from school." Where had that admission come from? I knew I should just answer her. "Gosh, are you okay?" Cecilia said, wonderfully bright-eyed, naive, and good-natured."I'm... much better. Thank you for letting me lie down." Want me to take you home after work? I've got my car here?"Oh god! Laura thought. Temptation. "That would be nice," she said softly, half-hating herself, but spending most of her effort trying not to blush with shame."Meet me here at five," Cecilia said, smiling.Laura could hardly stand the tension. She actually got a headache during the afternoon,.