Dr. Anderson had to develop boundaries between herself and her assistants and colleagues for fear of appearing to "sleep her way to the top". This had...given Jessica a reputation for being an ice queen, but she did not care so long as she was successful.Her level of prestige also demanded a higher standard of professionalism. While her team scoured the remote desert near the Persian Gulf in shorts and tank tops, she reserved herself to a white polo and khaki pants. This was not due to a lack of. Why was he questioning her? ‘Are you testing me?’ ‘Yes.’ Again, she watched him, trying to determine his intent. He had just admitted that he was testing her. She had no reason to hide anything from him. ‘Tom’s insurance amounted to five hundred thousand dollars,’ she said, offering nothing more. If he asked, she would give him a full accounting of her other investments, but he didn’t. ‘That’s a lot of money. I can’t match it right now, but I’m not in the breadline, either. I can afford to pay. I got pissed but not because hubby was a no-show. I wasn't even pissed hubby was fucking another in a very long line of women since we'd been married. I was pissed because hubby was undoubtedly fucking another woman in MY bed! Or, more probable another man. I had proof in case I decided to divorce hubby that though he showed a 'manly' persona and could bed any woman, he was definitely leaning to the left of the sexual spectrum. Yeah, yeah, I was cheating, too. I was fucking Jason in every room. His hands disappeared. There was a rustling sound, and she felt something hard, smooth, and lumpy, about the size of a cherry, pressed against her damp labia. Her tongue whipped against her sealed lips as Hubert pressed until it sank in, pressing it into her depths the full length of his middle finger. There was a harsh sound, and she felt a strip of packing tape seal the lump inside her, which would've been unacceptable if she weren't shaved bare. Michelle was starting to get excited,.