She heard the clothes dryer running in the next room, but concentrated on getting the rest of the juice down.She was feeling almost human when she hea...d a door open, then close, and the voices of women. She winced as they trooped into the kitchen and stopped still, staring at her. There were two women, about her own age, both blond. Each was carrying a bundled up baby. A dark-haired woman was behind them, carrying a little boy.“Who are you?” asked one of the girls. Paula could see now that they. The woman was facing him, and he saw the little ripple that moved through her as the arrow went in and disintegrated. She lost track of what she was saying, and stood there just staring up into Andy’s eyes. Andy was equally still, focused on her. Eros smiled. One down. He left, knowing Andy might later wonder about him, but right now Eros was the last thing on his mind. His second couple went just as well, as did the third and fourth. He was really beginning to enjoy it again, when he settled. " "I'm not so easily smitten." He chuckled. "Did you think I was going to jump right into his pants?" I asked. "Almost every woman in our firm has. So my surprise would be nonexistent," he said bluntly. "Well I'm not into following trends." "Darling, you're wearing a silver dress. That is quite obvious." I smiled as a waiter walked by with champagne and I flagged him down. Thanking him as he handed me a glass. "Ready?" Trenton asked. "Of course," I beamed. Over the next half hour I met almost. Five foot seven, 115 pounds, a curvy, nubile body with large, ripe, firm tits and luscious long legs, blonde hair and blue eyes. Everyone compared her to the tennis star Anna Kournikova - maybe it was that I-dare-you-to-fuck-me-but you-can't expression she always wore. It was a comparison Tiffany was tired of, but which secretly thrilled her. When boys told her that, she knew they just wanted to get her naked, to fuck her, all slick and juicy and ... Stop, goddamn it, Tiffany ordered.