He wouldn't see me unless I let him, but he would hear my near-subliminal voice, and definitely feel me if I so chose.“Why don’t you help her take...her panties off,” I prompted.“Mmm, good idea,” purred Cyndi, rippling her knuckles to create an invitational gap in her knickers. “I want you to get a better look at what I've been doing under these.” We were both treated to a creamy glimpse of the pouting Venusian lips exposed by the stretched gusset.He let go of himself long enough to tug her. “Did you have someone special with you Saturday night for a birthday dinner?” “No, no, there is no one special, and no, I didn’t even go out Saturday evening.” Greg paused a moment before continuing his response. On the other end of the phone string, Laura’s smile began at her lover’s first No and widened further when Greg said he didn’t even go out. “I stayed home with a bottle of Taittinger and reflected on the first fifty years of my life. You were with me this Saturday, Laura. You were with. I mean screw them.”Kellen’s chin dropped to his chest, plastering a limp gaze on her. “You want me to screw the Directors?”“Will the head of marketing be there? The one with the huge boobs? What’s her name... Inga?”“Ilsa. Yeah,” he said, nodding. Emma had met the Marketing Executive at their last Christmas party. After, she had expressed her admiration for the striking, silvery-blonde vixen’s Valkyrie-sized breasts, but not so much her collagen-infused lips which would give a giant squid pucker. By the time I disembarked at the top floor I had loosened my collar and settled my heart to slightly less than sprint-pace.There was just one secretary at the desk in front of the immense double doors of the boardroom. She frowned. “I’m sorry, you can’t –”“Don’t be concerned,” I said. “They’re expecting me.” And pushed open the doors with both hands.I used the next three seconds of shock to my advantage. “Don’t speak,” I said loudly, using every skill I had practiced for three years. “Don’t.