"***Grace looked around at the pile of stuff she'd recovered from Arturo LaPaglia's apartment. In the other room, she could dimly hear the sounds of H...pe and Stacey working through the Global Ventures intranet information and beyond that, the atonal and soothing sounds of the Music of Change as they worked their healing power on yet another client of Corporate Rewards.She tapped an ash from her cigarette into the tray beside her desk and took another swig of Diet Coke. So strange that she'd. He wasted no more time, but quickly strode up behind her, and while gently gripping her hips, began to grind his bulge against her ass.”Whoa! Oh it’s you baby. We can’t do this here, we have guests,” she giggled to him as Chuck continued to grind into her. He made no reply as he continued to grind into her and gently began to nuzzle her neck. She moaned deeply as her body began to respond to his advances and she reached behind him and gently began to squeeze his ass.”Oh Ramone the gym is doing. “Leave me your number,” Toni implored, “I’d like to get to know you better.”No problem.Toni stood up and scrambled off toward the kitchen. Within seconds, she was back with a pad and pen.I wrote down my cell number. Toni folded up the small Post-it note and then suggestively stuffed the folded piece of paper into her brassiere, as she bit down on her lower lip.In the distance, behind the closed doors of the dining room, I could hear Sammi’s giggles growing louder and louder. I stepped into the. He was actually quite successful and had recently got a promotion granting him a private office in their small firm. While this was great for privacy and thinking, it restricted his access to his secret of success... coffee. He couldn't get enough of the stuff. His old desk was only a couple of paces from the break room where the coffee maker was kept. This meant only a minute or so was all it took to get a fresh cup. Now with his office being across the room from the break room it took.