The waitress flashed her green eyes at me, "The busboysmake a lot of noise when they clean up the dishes and I thought that youmight like a little pie...e 'n quiet." Her name tag said her name was Lisa.I thanked her and asked for a vodka collins. I was thirsty after sittingunder the hot hair dryer so long.She brought me my drink and I took a large sip. It was good. I tookanother. It was almost empty when Lisa brought me another glass. I said Ihadn't ordered another drink. "Its compliments of a. It wasn’t an option. It was an order. He continued to sit there, unsure of what to do. ‘I’ve seen your wife Professor Edwards. She’s pretty. I’m prettier.’ ‘I really think you should leave Angela.’ ‘I’m not going anywhere. And neither are you. Besides, if you had any desire to leave, you would have by now.’ He still didn’t move. Nor did he answer. He knew I was right. He wasn’t going anywhere. I quickly removed my vest and shirt, throwing them on to the chair. I walked around behind his desk. Regardless, I was more than willing to say yes for three simple reasons: First, my only relative in the continent lived in Zurich, and I’ve never been to Switzerland. Second, staying with family hopefully meant stretching my trip, not to mention my purse. Lastly, it didn’t hurt that this relative happened to be my adopted uncle, a gorgeous hunk of a man just barely over thirty years old. So there I was, 5’4”, quite slender, with long brown hair, and all covered up – as I haven’t acclimatized. Pity really, because I wasn't going to give it to him.I put the book I'd been flicking through back on the shelf as he drew close, his hands coming up to press against my chest. He purred deep in his throat and I turned to kiss him. I tracked my way across his muzzle and down his throat, pausing to lap at his collar bone before making my way down his chest, unbuttoning his loose shirt as I went. I kissed his flat abdomen and felt him shudder as my hands drifted over the front of his trousers..