The elevator stopped, and Lauren strode out, pushing the glass door of the bar aside without slowing. The bar was sparsely populated, one somewhat han...some man with dark hair, green eyes, and a well shaped figure was seated at the bar, with a blonde, overly made-up teenie bopper chattering incessantly in his ear. He was wearing a tailored suit that probably came from some French place Lauren couldn’t pronounce. He smelled of money. Lauren shot him a look of sympathy as he glanced her way. There. ." she teased."Just fantasies and hopes," I protested. "I'll call your desk at lunch, and we'll arrange where to meet. Okay?" Okay," she agreed. "Jim," she added, hesitantly, "I really don't know you very well, but I already like you a lot. Just the same, let's not rush this, okay?" Believe me," I said. " I feel the same way about you, and I also feel the need to proceed slowly. It's just lunch, I promise."Reassured, she agreed, and we broke the connection.The morning dragged on, until time. He watched as the rod rapidly sank down below ground and the entire foundation floor that was still visible collapsed into the chamber below. He heard splashing and crashing as the building material fell into the accumulated water below. Aston backed away further in case the area around the foundation was in as bad of shape as the old building.After a few minutes, the noises stopped and he heard only the sounds of the forest around him. ‘I need to find a safe place to camp,’ he thought. ‘This. Our first time together was a total disaster and ten minutes later I found myself apologizing. Millie said she had been nervous, too, as if she knew my nervousness was because I had been afraid that I would call her by the wrong name."Thanks for not faking an orgasm," I said, pulling her to me and feeling her breasts against my chest.She put both hands on my chest and pushed up to look down at me. "I'm a librarian, not an actress." You're unique," I said, hoping she would understand it was the.