I had only seen his wings a few times before, but never paid attention to his face when he actually had unfolded them. Normally they were hidden in th... jacket he usually wore. I almost wished I had stopped him, so I could just stand there and stared at his beauty. But I was frozen in time, not able to find my voice. Before I knew it, he had taken his jacket off, and I gazed upon the flawless skin of his, before his wings unfolded from behind him. I couldn’t stop the gasp that left my lips as I. He wanted to spoil all of Jack's super amazing plans. What an asshole. She felt incredibly pleased with herself about how that meeting went down, how she'd totally made Mr. Hill feel like a complete fool, how she'd forced him to back down and promise never to make trouble for her ever again, not ever, not fucking ever, practically putting the poor man in tears... ... even though Emily couldn't quite remember exactly what she'd said to him, or how she'd even done any of those things. And every. He was so loving this position. Now she was wearing her night clothes. A pair of light pink shorts with "Hello Kitty" written on the back and a thin matching top. John tried to ease out of the kitchen before she saw him, but it was too late."Hi Mr. Langham, sorry if I woke you," she stated as she turned to face him.John tried to keep his eyes on her face, but he couldn't ignore her exposed cleavage."I was already up," he admitted. "Just heard a noise and wanted to make sure everything was. Tiffany stood outside Mr. Johnson's office, allowing his secretary to show her distaste with a frown and disapproving eyes that perused her from head to toe. Tiffany understood women like Mrs. Walstrom; they had daughters like Jenny and didn't like Tiffany's heavy makeup, tight blouse, and short skirt. But Tiffany also knew that men, men like Mr. Johnson and Jack Armstrong, appreciated what she had to offer. But like with her female teachers, women she needed, Tiffany knew when to be.