He marveled at the contrast of soft, smooth nearly flawless skin and broad, powerful shoulders and back. She was naked except for the pale blue thong ...nderwear that did nothing to cover her magnificent muscular butt. She stepped over her dress and turned to face him, her hands sliding up under the inside of his jacket caressing his chest. He shrugged his shoulders and the jacket fell to the floor. Her hands shook as she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt and removed his tie. John kicked off. Some days much more. This felt a lot like one of those days.My panic was beginning to return, but in a different form. I thought that I knew my next move. I had already planned the grand finale, but at that point, I am second-guessing myself. I didn’t want this night to end. I just wanted to stay here…with her.Maybe it could work. Maybe she feels like I feel. Maybe this can last. But, I have a flight to catch back in a few hours. Oh, yeah, and she still has a boyfriend.I have to finish this. Just as they were finishing Claire walked into the restaurant and showed the letter from Jim thanking them for the offer and funds will be directed as you requested with his personal oversight to ensured they followed. Helena asked Claire to join them upstairs, she agreed.On arriving in her room, they sat down at the dining table with Zac and Fred sitting on the lounge. They knew this was Helena affairs, they were just there for support.Helena started “William I going back to a comment you made. One she tried to discourage.From my vantage, it was more a case of "tried not to encourage." I don't think the feelings were entirely one-sided. It was just that Caroline wasn't willing to violate marital taboo, whatever she might have done as an adolescent. Society frowns on that sort of behavior.For my part, I think John Carter is excellent husband material. Handsome, trim but well muscled, polite, even-tempered. I could see that if I'd met him before Caroline, a choice would have been.