She was a superb dancer and he marveled at her muscular control, the sensuousness of her movements and her projected sexuality that never failed to ...arouse him. She had kept up with her dancing even after their marriage. He felt the familiar crawling, tensing sensation in his scrotum and the rush of throbbingly hot bl**d into his penis, as it began to rise to erection under his tennis gear that he had not changed yet since his arrival home. He wanted to rip off his sports clothes, grab her. ’ ‘Sales of £37.7 million last year through Sunderland House and its nine subsidiaries.’ ‘Well we managed the equivalent of £1.5 million pounds.’ ‘Even better in fact. My read is $NZ5.88 million in sales last year.’ Chelsea smiled and said someone had done his homework. ‘Here we are, black. Milk is in fridge.’ ‘Black thanks.’ Chelsea poured two black coffees and forty minutes later was sitting in the chief executive’s office with Harry. Paul Rich questioned Harry at length and then said, ‘Well,. "What's going on?" I thought. She looked down to avert my gaze. No help."What's with the names?" I thought to myself, once they'd finished.Kammeryn spoke. "As you've noticed, our names aren't quite what normal people possess. They're Shadow names. Arcanan nicknames, if you will. They keep sympathetic ties to our magic stronger while keeping sympathetic ties to ourselves weaker. In short, it's a simple way of keeping other mages off our trail." There are other mages?" I wondered."Yes. There. He sat up carefully from the couch, swinging his legs over the side and trying to ignore the pain as his body protested his movements. With a grunt he pushed himself to his feet and made his way down the hall towards the bathroom. He grabbed the bottle of not-Vicodin painkillers and swallowed one then chased it with a sleeping pill. It probably wasn’t the wisest combination but it would let him sleep soundly. He stepped out into his bedroom and paused a moment to look at the empty bed. The.