She bent at the hip to stuff the money into the top of her left boot and then straitened to focus her attention back onto Jones, who was just standing...there in awe.The blonde took two more calculated steps and stopped inches in front of Jones. She raised her left hand to his head and slowly ran her fingers through his hair. Her hand slid all the way around to the back of Jones's head, where she paused to play with the short hairs on the back of his neck. Jones's knees buckled as he melted under. " Well, next time someone could end up hurting her, I don't want anyone taking advantage of her when she is in that state."Charlotte puffed at her husband, passing Matthew a banana from the fruit bowl. "You will be late for work. Piss off and have a shower."Joseph grumbled, got up and disappeared to get dressed. "Don't worry about him," Charlotte told him the moment her husband left the room. "He is just being a grump. You have a good time?"Matthew smiled, feeling relaxed for the first time. A total of eighteen possibilities.I tried plugging them in when the drive launched and asked for the key. Fifteen straight failures. We’d already tried the first one alone. I plugged in the other two and still nothing. I looked at the original notes. Dag had written the first two on a notepad in the hospital in his neat, precise lettering. The last one I photographed off Bradley’s dead body with my cell phone. I examined all three to see if there were any other letters that I could substitute. As I quietly closed the door behind him I suddenly felt very naked in the flimsy silky spaghetti nightie I had on me. It complimented my curves very well. But now it was drawing the unintended attention of another man, the cleavage, the bare legs and my curves in a figure hugging nightie stopping just a few inches below my v. I could feel my heart beat a little faster, my nipples were making their presence known through the low cut top. I tried to cover up a little folding my hands over my.