She had hardly seen him since the last time, but then, it was only three days ago. She smiled as the thought of Matt crossed her mind. He was extremel... thoughtful, she thought, giving her the space she needed with her husband, and the rampant sex she needed when he was called upon. After masturbating and bringing herself off to a wonderful orgasm, she eventually got out of bed, showered and headed off to her interview.She arrived at the offices in plenty of time. She checked in with the. I met it with my own. We tangled for some moments more, slowing into the relaxed trading of tongues. I pulled away and opened my eyes, hers were still closed. ‘Take off your clothes.’ My voice emerged as a hoarse whisper. She opened her eyes and nodded. I moved back a few feet and watched as she slipped out of the shrug and threw it over the back of a chair. She unbuttoned the cuffs and half the front of her blouse, and then seemed to change her mind. She leaned against the cupboard and tugged. The note had said, "Room 469, 1:00pm. Wear something easily removed." It had been typed, but when it had been delivered with a dozen white and fuchsia gladiolas, I knew it was from one or the other of them. Maybe both. Also, It didn't say which hotel, so I assumed it would be the one place the 3 of us had rendezvoused several times before. The key attached to the note did not have a tag, and the only marking was the room number etched on the top of one side. So here I stood, proven correct in. And now he was looking at a pouch full of coins and two wands. The runes etched into the handles read ‘Fireball’ and ‘Sleep.’ They had belonged to the undead spellcaster Rhys had dispatched. Not that he knew how to use them yet.The coins alone were more money than Rhys had ever seen in one place. And now it was his? He’d probably never be able to spend it all. Shrugging, he stuffed the items back into the bag before tossing it into his wardrobe. He pulled out a fresh set of clothes and.