"Morning Darius," I said quietly.He walked up behind me and put his hands on the back of my chair. "Good morning," he replied.I could barely breath. F...eling him so close to me, I felt light headed again. My mind travelled to the night before. That kiss, the feel of him under me, his long hard thick cock against my thigh through our pants. I almost moaned from the memory, getting wet all over again.He sat down next to me. "We need to talk about last night."I bit my lip, "What about it? Do you. This was a bonus for me it meant that I could just get on with the job in hand and not have to worry about her looking over my shoulder all the time.After a couple of weeks, I had settled into a routine, Stefania would make an appearance every now again, but as far as I was concerned, things were working out fine.I hadn’t seen Stefania all day and as I climbed the stairs in search of the toilet I found myself standing on a steam filled corridor, with a light at the end and what sounded like. There was no way to connect him with whatever they did or didn’t do.The thing with the politician, a little side job that fell into Vladimir’s lap a couple of weeks ago, had gone OK, according to Ed. The old fart got off one shot but they’d been lucky, Ed said, his aim was terrible. Ed didn’t have anything to say about why they’d shot the woman in the face. Vladimir didn’t care. It was Ed’s problem, if it was a problem at all.In the meantime there was the cleanup on the whole tape thing to. I smile “Hi back”. He kisses me again grabbing my tongue with his lips and presses his body against mine even harder. I can feel his cock pressing against me as he runs his hands up under my skirt. He stops kissing me and smiles “You are not wearing anything under there”. “No, I am not” I reply with a little bit of a giggle. “Good, I like that” he says with a little smirk on his face, “Let’s get going”. “Where are we going anyhow?” I ask, not really sounding convincing like I cared since I just.