Everyone she met wanted to shake her hand, which she despised. When Steve Curtis had held out a chair for her during the interview, she thought he was...hitting on her. The same had been true when a gas station attendant had tried to strike up a conversation with her.By that point, Bryant had been in town almost six weeks, although he was still living out of the same room he had occupied since he had arrived. Charlaine had taken it upon herself to find Bryant a home but so far nothing she had. It was over in seconds, a tricky maneuver to know when to let up, but he'd done it before, he knew what he was doing. Confidence gave him an added sense of rightness this night, thoughts of the fun awaiting him with his two pretty captives making him just a trifle sloppy.He didn't see her purse as it tumbled into the bushes next to the sidewalk, or feel the button that she yanked off the cuff of his jacket that fell beside it. When she slumped against him, he hefted her in his arms, hurrying. Hello masterI had a smile on my face when I saw that, I replied saying hello… Then she said how badly she needs someone to make decisions for her starting from what she has to do in a day, at what time she has to wake up and what she has to do in morning and when. What she should wear to the office. She needed someone to control her and care for her.I understood she was a team lead in one of the reputed companies in bangalore and what her work demanded from her. I asked her if she is ready to. It was only once those hands had finished the girls twigged I had no poker chips. So, the quick thinkers me and Rory are, we suggested strip poker. The girls laughed it off but then the alcohol had worn away their inhibitions so when we added some persuasion to our suggestion they relented. Debbie gave me a slightly evil and knowing glance before giving Rory a cuddle. I shot her back an ‘I don’t give a fuck’ look and I knew Rory wasn’t ready to pass over this opportunity; I saw him checking.