We doctored the coffees to fit our tastes and carried the cups with us to the room in the inn I'd designated as my architectural design studio. She sa... in a love seat, and I took a hard-back chair."Did Shelly tell you about the condo project my family plans to develop on this site?" I said."She did. She also told me that you hit on her." I did," I said, crinkling my nose with a smile. "She's a sexy woman. She also turned my seduction attempt aside so expertly I was neither hurt nor. Her wildest, scariest, most absurd fantasy. If all else could be fulfilled, so could that.‘Don’t you come either,’ she moaned weakly in Patrick’s ear, though he continued to pound. ‘Please don’t come, baby. Take me to the rug. To the rug…’ Patrick slowed once more in his searching thrusts. ‘Whatever you say, Pam…’ He backed from the tree and carried her, still spiked on his dick, to the picnic-strewn quilt. There he laid her down, himself on top, immediately launching into smooth, fast. ‘We booked you for two weeks on this one. Shouldn’t take long. There’s workspace ready for you. Workspace L412.’ He instructed. The workspaces were a maze of suites where teams would set up temporary offices or ‘workspaces’ for the duration of any operation. We endearingly referred to the Workspace floor as ‘the rat’s maze’. I stood to leave, prepared to relearn my reality in three days, a new name, new background, new job, new priorities. I was already wondering about the new character that. “Alright.”

My bed is a king and as she slips in below the overs in her satin skimpy gown I wish it was a double. Her hair is brushed out and wavy and her back is turned to me as she turns sets her alarms and disposes of her phone on the nightstand. 
I slide over to her and as my body presses lightly on hers, and my hand brushes her hip I feel that same tension as before. I kiss her temple and whisper,
“Night Baby girl.” in a husky voice before retreating not so far back to my side of the bed..