The hip-hop they were blasting had a pounding bass line that rattled their windows and vibrated my seat. I looked over to see the young guy in driver�...�s seat, wearing a white tank top and a baseball hat, was already looking at me. He met my eyes and nodded approvingly while licking his lips.I think I actually whimpered at this guy. He could tell I was flustered and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. I wanted nothing to do with him, but there isn’t a good nonverbal way to tell someone “No, it’s. .. and the Utes ... were more important than the business. There IS the tiny possibility that it was the Utes and not Abby that held his interest.The Firm sent a car and driver, the train was on time. The chauffeur attested to that at the police station ... she also attested to the fact that she was new to the job ... and had no idea who Legion was or what he looked like.He did NOT respond to her sign ... or the plethora of pages over the terminal speakers. The pages began 30 minutes after the. Lastly, I sprayed myself with a small amount of nice perfume.All I saw was a pair of tires turning into my street. I opened the door and climbed down my front steps, hoping that my erection was not visible through my jeans. The car was a nice black Honda Accord, and I opened the passenger door and sat down inside.Akanksha was sitting inside, smiling at me. She looked stunning in her office outfit(White shirt & black skirt till her knee). Her breasts looked as though they wanted to break free of. She should have known from his bad-boy cockiness that she was about to travel down a well-worn path to an unhappy place. The roar of her hormones, however, completely drowned out any sense of rationality.His gaze traveled over her, arrogantly certain that she wanted him. She didn’t even have to look down to know that her nipples were making noticeable bumps in the smooth flow of her silk tank top.In a brief moment of doubt, she wondered if she should have worn a smooth-cup bra instead of the.