Sensing that she now had the upper hand, Emma blocked my way. "Oh no youdon't. You're not leaving this kitchen until you tell me or..." Alright," I mu...tered. "I'll do it." Say it."Barely able to contain my anger, I glared at Emma. "If the Giants loose,I'll stick around and help you with dinner." And if they win?"Reaching out, I grabbed the arm she was blocking my way with and liftedit like a toll gate. "Alright, damn it, I'll do it." With that, Istormed out of the kitchen and marched over to my. Slowly at first as he kissed my face and ears, moving down to kiss my neck then back up to let me have some tongue. I was aroused; I felt his manhood stiffen as he pressed it against me, so I had no objections when he undid my coat to get his hands under it. As we continued to French kiss with deep tongue probing kisses, his hands roamed lightly over my back then moved down over my hips to feel my bum. I liked it, and let him know by pressing my tummy against him. I felt his hands move under. Finally, after a month, the King’s uncle summoned Jean for an audience.The boy-king was so impressed by Jean’s exploits that he rewarded him with a small treasury as compensation for his losses. He also paid Jean a year’s past wages, at the pay rate for a knight, even though he had only been a knight for the past few months. Lastly, he named Sir Jean a Knight of Honor, part of the royal household, earning him a substantial yearly stipend.Even though the trip had taken much longer than he had. We exchanged phone numbers and I sent her a message as soon as I got home. We arranged that she would come to the office after work the next day. I wasn’t even sure it was an actual date, but we could chat and take it from there.As it turned out, there was definitely something in the air as we sat in office chairs and drank tea. It was the way we stuck to formalities and chatted about innocent, everyday matters. I was itching to make it less formal, more sociable, and I could tell she was too..