The flatness of his stomach was lean, hard and tight, each muscle well-defined beneath his shirt. His lips were elegantly carved with the sweetest sym...etry and his eyes locked on hers. His face carried the signs of a lifetime of smiles, as well as the unmistakable dark glitter of sensual yearning. Hypnotized, Georgia felt herself tumble right into his eyes, falling as deep as she could go. She wasn’t certain if she was floating up to him, or if he was drifting down to her but they came together. He’s made the link between an intern G. Mannheim and a RIS analyst of the same name. “I’m here to poach one of your people. However, first, I can do something for you.” Opening up his briefcase he withdraws some RIS folders and a clipboard. He opens the clipboard while saying, “Can you please have your secretary send for Mister Thomas Jeffries?” The Director nods yes, stands, and he opens the door to stick his head out to speak to his secretary.Returning to his seat he says, “Well, Mister. She curtseyed as she put mine on the bed-side table."Your tea, Sire! Does that avoid another smack on the bottom?" Yes, Princess!" Right! Well, drink it." Yes, ma'am!" Ah, so now I'm in control." I wouldn't bet on it." OK! But I'll take a chance. So listen to me. First of all, I accept everything you said about Mary accepting me. I was frightened all the way to Heathrow." But it was you who spotted me being antsy and were so supportive." Maybe, but that was possibly because I wanted to comfort. She felt the surprise and the pleasure in him when she wrapped her arms around his neck, avoiding the spikes on his back, her hands tangling in his hair to pull him closer. It only made his attack on her breasts even more voracious. Oh&hellip,yes, she moaned as sharp teeth nibbled at her cherry red nipples. I could get use to this, she thought, arching her back as he reared up and kissed her. His lips were the softest shed ever felt and there was a certain flavor to his kiss, spicy and sweet.