Thank you again for a lovely evening.’ I smiled at him. ‘Well the pleasure was mine and I hope we can do this again soon.’ I waited till he ente...ed the elevator before I turned my attention to Max. ‘I thought you said you were meeting a friend. I wouldn’t have bothered waiting if I knew you were out on a date.’ He was angry. ‘Wait, you show up unannounced at my doorstep and then somehow you’re angry that I was out on a date?’ I looked at him amazed. ‘You’re really incredible you know.’ I said. I managed to fix the problem, but in doing so saw her photo gallery nothing heavy: her in expensive lingerie, her in a revealing Hermes evening dress. She gave me a weird smile, blushed slightly and looked away, biting her bottom lip. Although I had half expected a late night knock on my hotel room that night, it never transpired and I never pushed. Fuck the boss? Bad move. Back to Louise. As I walked to my desk, I put the handshake down to some obscure German business custom and filed her. Miss Frederick is rather vocal and Blythe hardly less so." Does Shantel, er, Kwame's wife, know about this?" I can't say," Kingfisher shrugged. "It wouldn't surprise me if she did, but then again she may not. For obvious reasons I was unable to ask her about it directly. She appears to be a nice woman, rather shy and kept in the shadows by her husband. I've been unable to speak anything but casual pleasantries to her." He shook his head, sighed, and went on. "There are rumors we have been. He sat in our dinning room and I took the chance to sit opposite him, I was feeling really nervous and could see him looking at my tits. When I looked down my blouse was slightly open and he could see part of my tits and my skirt had rode up to reveal a small amount of stocking top. Simon was wearing a light blue pair of jogging pants and as we chatted I encourage my skirt to ride up reveling my suspenders and a small amount of skin. I could see a big bulge starting to appear next to his left.