Jacobs went back to his office with a croissant he took off my desk. You can guess what was on that croissant: my 'special ingredient'.After I got ove...r the initial shock, and was sure he hadn't noticed, it really started to turn me on. I fantasized the entire week about doing something like that again before finally getting up the nerve. It started small with a new 'glaze' on his donuts before becoming the creamer in his coffee. He really liked the stuff. I swear Mr. Jacobs never asked for his. ”“Well, okay. But before you go, have you tried the fish stew? The buffet is superb.”Warren smiled. “You really want me to hang around, huh?”“Well, yeah. You are the only guy here, and besides, I ... I’d like to get to know you better.”Warrensighed. “I’ve got a hard reason not to hang around in places I don’t understand.”“Oh yeah?” Mary asked with a playful smile. “What reason is that?”“I’m a diabetic.”Mary blinked. “Oh gosh, I’m sorry.”“For what? You didn’t say anything offensive.”“Still .... "Jesus Christ Peter I'm coming!" I sighed and ran to the door. As soon as I opened it Peter burst through, then turned around and hugged me. His crushing embrace was overwhelming, and I buried my face in his jacket. He smelled like pine and cinnamon. Then the wonderful hug ended as he pulled away and grasped my shoulders."Tia. No fucking around. Tell me the truth."I shook my head. "I- I can't." I said, my voice cracking.Peter sighed. "Yes, you can." Then he leaned forward and kissed me. On. Alkena was becoming surer by the day that she too was expecting. As was the Queen! That was useful. I had friends in high places now.I’d not yet seen the King. He was a very busy man apparently. So busy that the apparition of a stranger willing to have sex with most of his family was not important enough to have me brought to him. But when someone tried to kill me and I wanted to appeal for Diadot, that was a different matter.Clothes were brushed, hair combed, and I was ushered in to the.