Nick and Emily Kirkland were young, happy, newlyweds, who struck it rich by way of the Lottery. Their decision to pay off the taxes and take the all-a...-once hit meant they collected over one-hundred million dollars in one lump sum. The amazement hadn’t worn off any more than the joy of becoming one of the top one tenth of one tenth, of one percent had fully sunk in. Emily Kirkland was a beautiful, lively, girl-woman, who simply showered joy over everyone she met. Her blond hair was cut. It was just after three in the morning. She could feel the pleasant weight of an old fashioned blanket over her lap. A nurse must have been in and put it there. She was silently thankful for the anonymous thoughtfulness.Even though she was still very tired, sleepiness had deserted her for a time, and she looked across at the bed, her still husband a dark silhouette in front of the curtains. As she idly watched, she realised that she should be seeing the outline of a blanket, rather than the. Speaking in his slow deep tone, hitting the cues dead on, leaving room for his assistant to make her gestures and moves. Feeling the applause as they finished one part and moved to the next. Everything was going smoothly, his eyes wandering, searching the crowd for reactions until he found what he wasn't looking for. His eyes met the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen, the awe that he saw in them, captured his attention, seemed to hold him there infinitely. As his assistant moved closer to him,. I was getting really excited and anxious. I wanted to do things to him that I never thought of doing to him before. He was my friend, and that would be wrong. But right now, it felt so right. When he stopped nibbling on my lobe, he whispered, “Come with me. I’ll give you a tour of the house.” He looked down at me then and smiled, and I couldn’t help but see how sexy he was. His teeth were pearly white and perfect. His lips were full and tempting, and his skin was smooth and dark like chocolate..