'You asked for the bathroom. Now piss yourself. While I watch.'She had to hand it to him, he had shocked her. The bastard was playing hardball from th... start. A sense of mortified abasement was burning in the heart of her, she knew it was registering on her face as indignation. And for all the physical urgency to release, she felt her loins spontaneously tighten against it. But then he wanted her shock, didn't he? To overwhelm her with his wickedness, humble her in her submission. Maybe. Unfortunately, you’re interrupted by a knock on the door. You hurriedly minimise to your desktop and say “Come in.”It’s your mother, Kelly. She’s 36, having had you very young due to an accidental pregnancy that turned into a blessing, or so she always says. She’s few inches shorter than you, with a curvy body that she maintains with an active yoga regime, and long dark brown hair that she’s wearing loose today. Your friends are always teasing you about having a hot mom, and you can objectively. In exchange, I never want to hear or speak of magic again.”“Of course,” Darkni quickly agreed. “Had I known the pain it causes you, I would have never broached the subject.”His father waved a finger at him. “That is not all. It is your burden to find those who will take up the duties that were meant to be yours. It is your responsibility to see that the business does not suffer in your absence. There will come a time when I am too old to shoulder those burdens myself. If you have not prepared. " With," I said.He smiled. "I'll text Heather and let her know our super vixen is hungry. Seven p.m. okay?"I nodded."You are hungry, right?"I crossed my arms over my chest. "You're playing with me," I said."You better believe it," he said. He put out his hand. I hadn't given him his card back yet. I handed it back to him. "Get used to it. Maybe you'll like it."Jean-Luc came in. "How's my best girl?" he asked me."Ready to get down and dirty," I said.Someone laughed from behind him. Jean-Luc.