“Julien, can you tell me how to get to the Arc de Triomphe?”“Are you planning to take a taxi or an Uber?” Julien asked.“Oh, I had hoped it w...s in walking distance,” she said, wrinkling her nose.“It is,” he said, tilting his head. “I must apologize for assuming that a lady staying in the Penthouse Suite would not be interested in walking.”“How do you know I am staying in the Penthouse Suite?”His eyes glanced briefly at her left hand. “Mademoiselle, I am a bartender. It is my job to know these. I don't have money." Okay, whatever."We played; she won.As I was bent over, panting, she said, "Okay, give me your shirt." Huh?" You said whatever. So give me your tank top." She had that mischevious smile again. So I gave it to her. I told her that it helped me out anyway, the heat was almost unbearable. We played again. She won again. "This time, you can hand over those shorts. I'm going to clean you out."I whipped them off and threw them at her face. She ducked away playfully while I tried. 1954)I awoke early in the morning feeling gloriously relaxed and with the still sleeping warm body of Jenny snuggled in next to me, her arm draped over my chest. We had made love for hours the previous evening, relieving tensions and growing ever closer in friendship and intimacy. Jenny finally confessed, as had I, that even if Tom recovered she'd still want to hold onto the love we now clearly felt for each other. Yes, there was still guilt and fear of the future should our relationship ever. It took just a couple more minutes for Erica to erupt in orgasm.Afterward we just held each other for a while and after twenty minutes we got up and dressed.The next morning I kissed Erica as I prepared to leave for work. "You know I love you don't you? Last night was wonderful," I said."Play your cards right and you might get a repeat performance tonight," Erica said and then kissed me again.When I got to the office I went directly to the Contracts and Legal Department and handed the Clinton.