The cool air hit my wetness as her hands continued sliding down my legs, spreading them so her body fit between. Reaching my ankles, she grabbed them ...nd raised my feet and placed them on the edge of the couch holding them there. I was wide open for her as she lowered her mouth and covered my mound with soft kisses. My hips thrust forward to her as she teased me with her lips and hot breath moving over my moist mound. Finally her wet tongue moved from the bottom of my slit, parting my wet. ‘Because I have known the Tate family for years, and Veronique is not that kind of girl. Look, Mr. West. Either you’ll take the case or you won’t. I’ve much better things to do with my time than sit here with you soiling the character of a very decent and respectable young woman.’ So there was some spark in her yet! I plastered on my most winning and subtle smile that always nabbed the dames and met her intense gaze. ‘All right, Miss…’ ‘Amelia Abernathy.’ ‘Ms. Abernathy, I’ll take the case. I. "She's right next door." Jennifer Finch..artist..photographer...gifted pianist..was right next door and I wasn't allowed to meet her. Holy shit, it just wasn't fair. She'd just finished a very successful showing at the Drake Gallery in New York and an unknown collector was negotiating to buy "GIRL IN THE AIRE," a figure study of a nude girl with her body seemingly flying toward the clouds. It was a stunning piece and one that she had said she might not sell at all. If she sold it, the price. He ended the embrace and looked into her dark brown eyes once more before helping her get into her bed.They chatted for another two hours, until Dahlia couldn’t stay awake anymore. She asked him many questions, mostly about his and her lives; where they worked, lived, and so on. Darren explained he has been given as much time as he needed to care for her by his employer, who is also family friend. Eventually by 10 pm she could barely keep her eyes open. Darren held her hand and watched her.