The one odd thing was that he was wearing a mask, so she wasn't sure if she knew him or not. She rotated her eyes to the table, on a mirror, sat a cou...le pouches of what must be what he promised. She wanted to make sure it was legit and asked if he would mind if she gave it a look and a taste before making her decision. "Be my guest" he answered in a somewhat familiar voice she couldn't place. Setting down her bag, she kneeled by the table and opening up one of the packets, she could tell it. It led to other questions, which she most definitely did not want to answer. She hadn’t even mentioned Gabe to Jenna yet. ‘Whenever I meet someone as amazing as Eric. Or you,’ she added quickly as she caught the mock hurt expression on his face. He laughed, nudging her with his shoulder. ‘Well you have a problem there dear, there is no one as amazing as I,’ he announced in all grandeur, laughing as he dodged Ellena’s hand as she made to smack the back of his head. ‘Really Ellena,’ he continued. How could SHE be HERE? Wherever HERE was, he added.Bewildered, he sat still and studied her cautiously, trying not to draw her attention. Yes, the same dark eyes and upswept hair, pale complexion and red pouting lips as his phantom lover. She was about his age, slim and dressed in a black cocktail dress which clung suggestively to her womanly curves. Spaghetti straps on the dress left her shoulders delightfully bare and led his eyes to explore and admire the firm swell of her breasts as they. Kimber sat up and started to cry, trying to straighten her skirt over her tightly closed thighs. She found her panties on the floor and pulled them on, sitting back and straightening her skirt again before clasping her hands together in her lap. Harrison returned after a while, climbing back into the back seat. ‘Sorry, Baby,’ he said, trying to be smooth. ‘You know how it can be with ex’s. Now where were we?’ ‘Take me home,’ Kimber said, before bursting into tears again. Harrison tried to.