There was never anyone in this corner of the office on a Friday afternoon anyway, so I wasn't too concerned, but better safe than sorry.We slipped int... each other's arms and pressed our lips together, our tongues quickly snaking into each other's mouths. My hands slid down to grip her jean-clad ass, kneading it while pulling her against the bulge in my own jeans. I couldn't resist for long, though, and was soon unbuttoning her jeans. I slid the zipper down and slipped my hand inside, cupping. “You’re soon going to have to leave on your flight are there any more questions I need to answer for you?”When no one brought up any, I asked, “What would you have done differently?”“You handled the problem the only way it could be handled. We lucked out that your team found the Intel or we would have been facing one hell of a mess today,” Victor said. “There will still be a senate and house hearing; our report will take the wind out of their sails.”“You can come back home if you want you have. But I really, really didn’t want to tell it. Not now. Not to a girl I barely knew.So as far as I was concerned, she could talk all night and I’d listen. Well, not listen, exactly. More like, I wouldn’t interrupt. And besides, Vanessa had a lovely accent. Not as lovely as Imogen’s, but lovely nonetheless. I said as much to her as we finally entered the town. She had either run out of things to say or had taken a breather before her next aural assault. I suspected it was the latter.“Thanks!” She. So youre going back to England. Yeah. Why dont you just come to Jamaica? Really? I asked not thinking he was being serious. Why not? We have enough room at the house. Are you sure you want me there? Why wouldnt I want you there? Cause Jamaicas like your thing. Whatever, he said laughing. You should come. Youd love it. Mom loves you. Dad probably wont be there a lot, since hes still in the hospital but he loves you, too. Just ask your mom. Wow, okay. I grabbed my phone and called my mom. She had.