Entering her room she flicked on the subtle lighting and left the door slightly ajar. She took off her dress but kept everything else on including her...heels. Going to her overnight bag she hurried to the bathroom to brush her teeth and freshen up. Going back into the grandiose bedroom she again went to her bag, taking out her rose gold bullet vibe, she placed it on the plump feather pillows. Obviously she hadn't planned on Mike being there so had packed it. It would be very hot and sexy if they. I figured it was either the alcohol or an accident, so I decided not to say anything about it and we both went to our desks. A few minutes later, I needed to get something from Helen and walked over to her desk. I watched her as I approached. She had a dark blue silk blouse and an off-white skirt (I think the women would call it Winter White). She had hiked up the skirt to mid-thigh, revealing her shapely legs, made even shapelier by her hose. I walked around behind her chair and sat on the. . I move back against the wall, to let them past. You stop in-front of me, holding the handrail, bumping backwards into me as the train lurches off.You glance round and mumble an apology... I'm taken by your slight smile, your glossy hair, and very aware of your scent, fresh, sharp... I glance back down at my phone.The train lurches again, and you press back into me, moving slightly against me... This time, no apology, in fact, I imagine that I feel you shiver slightly...Still trying to focus. "Mazaki, find me your CV." Oh. Yes, sir." She left the office and returned a bit more slowly with her own document. I noticed that she too had been an advanced placement student. She had a little more experience than Bakura but not much. I dismissed her and she closed the door as she left.I looked at him again. He was stunning. My Father was a bastard but he was a perceptive bastard. And he knew me unfortunately well. "Bakura, whatever my Father told you, I have no intention of sleeping with.