While Tom scowled with characteristic impatience, I allowed far more time than was necessary for the ink to dry.“And the address, Mr Grantley?”“...he Parkway Hospital. I presume you have the details.”She ignored my sarcasm. “Yes, we deliver regularly. Who are they for?”Her name smoothed over my tongue. “Clarissa Cavendish.”Tom’s head jerked around; by contrast, the florist didn’t react. I assumed she was in the habit of delivering bouquets to celebrities at the region’s most prestigious private. "So what do you want?" Michele asked eventually."Oh let's not rush things Michele; why don't you and Nadine take a glass of wine and maybe have a cigarette; we have a lot to talk about," Mike indicated the bottles of wine and the two glasses sitting on the coffee table."Nadine is not old enough to drink and she doesn't smoke!" Michele barked.Nadine blushed."Oh she smokes; don't you Nadine? And I always say; old enough to fuck, old enough to drink," Mike grinned.Michele's head snapped around and. She savoured the weight of it resting on her arse cheek, feeling the trail of come cooling as she wiggled under his touch. His arm wove around her centre, pulling her closer. Sarah waited, feeling his heart pounding through her body. It was steady and strong, like the rest of him. Measured and controlled while she squirmed and moaned. Slowly his free hand began to creep over her hip, blazing a trail over her flesh that sparked like a fuse, ramping up her arousal and leaving it trailing down her. Dutch eased onto 710 then merged onto the west Gardena Freeway. Traffic was mounting as people were headed out to eat or play and he took 405 toward Santa Monica. ‘Do you have good directions?’ Rosa inquired gently, not wanting to offend. ‘Yeah, Robert and I discussed them earlier,’ he answered and concentrated on his driving, taking the California-91, Artesia Boulevard exit towards Redondo Beach. Rosa relaxed for the first time since getting into the car and wondered what Alice would taste.