It lasted about a second, though.“Yolanda says that she has been going easy on you since you have been through the accident and all, but now she is ...bent on working your ass off like she knows you need.”He groaned and covered his face. No wonder Alex felt the need to act like a diva. Being into the fashion business was a frigging pain. There was always something new to do and he hated new things with a fiery passion.“Tell her I don’t want to,” he said petulantly.There was so much he could get. “Well, yes I could get you in.” he replied.“How much?” I asked.I was completely taken aback by his reply.“Nothing.” he said. “No. I couldn’t take money of alovely lady, er couple of nice people like you.”Had I misjudged this person, was he after all goingturn out to be a nice human being, despite the factthat he didn’t much look like a human being. But no, Ihad been right. He was a complete sleaze ball.“No, I couldn’t take. I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?" I asked the interviewer. "Where are the days when people could trust a politician? Why is accountability a curse and re-election the goal; when after all it was you and me that elected them?"Let me please introduce myselfI'm a man of wealth and taste"Where IS our honest day's work?" they whispered to themselves when my train rolled into town.People like to think they are the boss; the ones that make the decisions.I taught them that too.And I laid traps. But he just stopped and stretched by the blinds. His back rolling with finely toned muscle. His hard, pert ass highlighted by the sunlight; every fine hair visible. When he’d finished his stretching, which may have been a daily routine for all Amy knew, he came back to the bed. He put one arm under her legs and the other round her back and he lifted her off the mattress like she weighed nothing at all. “What’re you doing!” She said “I told you,” Casey said, “I can’t go to work smelling like.