It was going to be a very very long drive. Halfway across town I realised. No collar. I texted him. He didn't reply. I was nervous. I knew this meant...that he'd be frustrated. I kept driving. 20 minutes later I pulled into his driveway. I knocked quietly on the front door. He opened it, and let me in. Immediately he pushed me onto my knees. He unbuttoned my pants, slipped them down over my ass, my red g string was pushed to the side allowing the little loop stuck straight up as it was made of. She had the look of a hunter and she was looking at me like I was dinner. I had a nervous look on my face, torn between trying to meet her eyes or looking down at my wringing hands. Then she touched me.The party was a company-sponsored event at the best hotel in town. I was there with all eighty-two fellow employees; it was mandatory — not that it bothered me. I loved getting dressed up and playing a bit. The ballroom was packed with us, our partners, and every customer who wanted an excuse to. The older men looked like my father: serious guys in their 50’s with dark expensive suits. But the younger guy he looked much sexier but maybe only in his mid-thirties. He was about six feet tall with short dark hair and piercing brown eyes, with only a hint of facial hair as though he had shaved that morning but not before having dinner that night. He was wearing a dark gray suit, with a light blue shirt and dark blue tie that gave him the sophisticated look of an older man without. "Clover kissed his lips softly. "You certainly are, Corvus." Will you stay?" he asked. "I don't care that we can't do anything more tonight. I just want to sleep with you at my side."She kissed his bare chest. "I will stay."But some time later with the moon high in the sky, Corvus woke to see her in silhouette as she pulled on her clothes."Where are you going?" he asked, balanced on the edge between drunk and hungover."Your father sent for her." Malcolm stood in the doorway, just out of.