He made her melt against him, and all he wanted was the borrowed stones around her neck. He might not even be her mark, be the drug runner."Rubies," s...he said again. As his lips moved against her skin, she started digging in her clutch for Ziva's gift. Abby felt his hand on her neck, felt where his fingers were playing around. With disappointment and her body screaming "no"' she took out her stun gun."I'm sorry," she said an instant before she zapped him."Those ruby lips," he whispered against. The constant stares from men of all ages fueled her ego, and she was long used to bagging every man she desired. However, Robert was different. Robert, the 6'2", muscular, tan, power-lawyer with short brown hair was the first man that Livia had to actively pursue. Sultry glares were not enough, and she had to go out of her way to be nice to him before he would pay any attention to her. The chase was what made him special. The fact that Robert chose Olivia of all women soothed. How will you manage?" She was enjoying his apparent discomfort. "Humph" Well, made my day, this has. Keep it up. Go Lesley....I say. Haha" Hope you get a Father's Day card next year!" She pushed, trying not to smile. "Funny cunt...oh sorry...didn't mean that." Haha.....it'll take time. Don't worry. Haha. bloody hell..who'd have thought....." Bitch!" He said...but under his breath, not pushing his luck to much. At the door she stopped and wiggled her arse at him. He growled an unheard expletive. He closed the door so we could have privacy as I confessed my sins to him and then sat behind his desk.“Alright Sister Marshall, what can I do for you today?” he asked.“Would you mind calling me Julie Bishop Stephens? When you call me Sister Marshall it feels like you’re talking to my mom.” I responded.“Okay Julie. I can do that if you’re okay with calling me Max.”“Okay Max.”“So what did you want to see me about today Julie?” Max asked as he looked at me across his desk.“Well, there’s no.