They were large and calloused and rough from the ranch work, and she put her small, white hand against his. He curled the tips of his fingers, and the... covered the tips of hers. He stared at her face the entire time, seeing her response. He continued to look at her, and she finally looked back at him. His hair hung gently in his black eyes, and he sat on her bed nude. Chloe scooted nearer to him and kissed him, pushing him into the sheets and starting to move her hips in a rhythm, unconsciously. I started out with five employees in a small warehouse and three years later I owned a five-story office building, had one hundred and ten employees and a net worth of over eleven million dollars.Suddenly, the guy who couldn't get laid in a whorehouse if he walked in waving a hundred-dollar bill was very popular with the ladies. I wasn't dumb, I knew what they were after and for a long time I played them while they tried to play me.And then I met Audrey. Tall at five nine and perfectly. I wasn’t getting it cut. Okay, trimmed to keep it even, but I wanted it long and the longer the better. I could envision it down to my lower back, maybe to my butt. That would really have a wild look. I liked that thought, wild and carefree.I hurried to the door, grabbing the robe (the thin one that no longer had ties at the waist), and rushed to the stairs as I put it on, knowing full well that my rushed movement down the stairs sent the robe flowing behind me. I loved that they had done that. Just how the devil was she going to manage another such situation with her impassioned desire of the moment, Stan Wilson? Or should she leave it for him to make the next move? Of course, that was the proper approach... if you could use the term proper in conjunction with adultery! The truth of the matter was that she'd turned chicken! No denying it, she had... !"Which comes right down to one thing, Lady Beth!" she said aloud to herself, "you're not the wanton whore that you pretend to.