We would sometimes chat as we worked and sometimes we would sit in complete silence beavering away on what it was that currently had our attention. Bu... it was always a comfortable silence. Sometimes, as I was creating a presentation, I’d feel his eyes upon me, I’d pause, glance at him and offer a shy smile. He would simply stare at me for a long moment, return that half smile of his and then go back to his work. And every time I felt his eyes on me, I would shiver. Sometimes, brief images of a. You smile; you had nearly not included it. You run the handkerchief over the soft contours of your face and down your slightly skinny arms and narrow shoulders, then down to your chest, still heavily rising and falling with the exertion of a long swim full of tense moments and the nervousness of standing naked on an island of criminals. As you move your hands over and around your small breasts you remember with ill ease that they can still serve as a distraction for any suspicious and not so. “Yes, please,” I replied.I heard a click, and then the desk clerk said, “Go ahead, Mr. Adams.”Another click signaled that he’d disconnected.“Hi, this is Steve Adams.”“Hi! This is Pippa! You met me in Hyde Park while you were practicing your karate.”“I remember,” I said.“I was wondering if you wanted to get a drink.”Perhaps I could put her off. I needed to call and speak to Elyse and Kimmy, and possibly Jamie. I’d agreed with my wives I’d call on Saturday from the Netherlands because the timing. She had to look up to see his dark, lurid eyes. A chill passed down her spine. He looked as though he was going to possess her body right then and there. Jillian shattered the horrifically erotic moment of tension with introductions. “Since y’all aren’t going say anything, Heather, DJ. DJ, Heather. Now get in the car.” They rode back to Mike and Jeri’s in silence. Sexual tension thrummed so loud Heather couldn’t hear anything else. She didn’t dare turn in her seat to see him sitting behind her..