She set the note to the side and sipped the wine as she filled in her paperwork , every few minutes her mind was distracted and she would look over at...the note where she had left it before going back to thinking about her work and at one point she lifted the note and put it in her handbag to put it out of sight . it was no use she thought as she packed up her work , she couldn't concentrate on the work after the note and as she lit a cigarette her mind kept going back to the stranger . for a. A girl wearing workout clothes answered the door. "Hi, you must be Trudy. Constance called to let us know you were coming over. I'm Priscilla," she said, stepping aside to let me enter. From what I could see of the condo during Priscilla's quick tour, it was almost as nice as the company's office.Priscilla led me upstairs to a room at the end of a long hallway. "This is your room. I'm right across the hall, Cynthia's roommate, more or less."The room was huge. I could have fit my whole kitchen. "It's dangerous for me to be recognized like this!" It sure is," I said. "Very dangerous. And I'm sure you know just what a risk you're taking. But you did it anyway, didn't you? Which makes me think you like it, very much. Right? You like the thrill of doing this, don't you?"She stared down at the ground, for all the world looking like a schoolgirl who's been caught stealing candy from her little sister. She nodded her head yes, though. And as if that wasn't enough confirmation, I stuck my. He didn't just dive in and crush her lips with his. Mindful of the fangs behind those cool, lush lips, he lightly brushed her lips with his, supping at the pillowy flesh with tender pecks, nipping her lips with his. Her lips pursed as she returned his caresses in turn. Despite the passion of the kiss, only their lips had touched. Seemingly of their own volition, his arms moved and brought his hands to rest on the curve of her hips, his thumbs rubbing the indent of her waist; he could feel the.