Previous experience had shown him to be as good at cooking as a reindeer was at knitting. So he was cool with helping, talking and watching. Watching ...ad taken on a whole new dimension this evening, though. He was mesmerized by the way her hips rolled as she moved back and forth, reaching for the ingredients. It was an effort not to yank her away from the counter and pull off the camisole to get at her breasts. They swayed with her movements and he ogled, guilt-free, as she mixed everything. Magda. Well. OK then. Good night.’ ‘Night,’ she said. What in the hell had I been thinking? — That first week was like walking on pins and needles. We were courteous and polite, like strangers at a mixer. After work on Thursday we went to IKEA and we each bought a stool for the counter and an easy chair. The chairs were pretty basic, but at least they were better than sitting on the floor. By the weekend we were starting to get used to being in the same room together. She’d go about her. My nipples flushed with heat were clearly visible through my top. Rakesh dancing sloe to me was running his hands on my ass and back. Slowly he lifted my skirt to push my ass and squeeze it. “Sir is there a place?” I asked him while pressing my body against his so that my soft breasts were pressed totally against his hard hairy chest. And then to my surprise Rohit my other boss walked near to me and said to Rakesh, “hey dude let’s take this babe upstairs in my room,” Rohit ran his hand on my. ‘I did an audition,’ Lauren continued, feeling her body temperature change just as if she’d walked into a sauna. ‘It was incredible, Grace. Fucking on camera—’ The expressions on Grace’s face changed continuously until it finally settled on shock. ‘Tell me you’re joking!’ Lauren shook her head. ‘She wants me to do one,’ she said. For a good half minute, neither sister spoke. Lauren’s heart leapt into her throat while she waited for Grace’s response. For whatever reason, she wanted—needed—her.