“Fuck her.” Salvo, who was sitting on the edge of his desk said.“Who?”“The girl you’ve been staring at the last hour, Tasha?”“I’m no... staring.” Reece contended as his face turned bright red.“You’ve been drooling for the last 10 minutes.”Reece looked down at his papers and sure enough, there was a puddle of saliva. He quickly grabbed a napkin and wiped it up.“Just fuck her so we can get some work done.” Salvo huffed. He was a shorter man, still slender. His short cut light brown hair spiked in. His hands don't dare cup my breasts, as if he has never even considered vanquishing a guard that doesn't stand before them. Instead, his arms criss-cross about me and, lay those five fingered creatures about my hips. "You were staring!", I feel as if I can't hide the raging fires that burn at my cheeks. In truth, I don't mind his eyes gliding over my skin as if he has found perfection in it, beneath it, within.. me. Rather, I cannot see those hands and not yearn to feel them retracing the. "Yeah, you're too good for her, let her go."I nodded." Well one good thing came of it, I have a couple of newsongs if you want to hear them?"They both nodded and I picked up my guitar and played them. The bothsat there in awed silence as I ran through them. When I was finished,I was expecting them to say how much they liked them but Jas giggled."Fuck you were definitely channeling Leonard Cohen with that. My godthey are sad songs."Mel nodded. "Mi they are good but wow they are so blue, I don't. It was Ashley, dressed in a simple black button-up tucked into faded blue jeans and black dress shoes. The ensemble seemed to have a careless flair. Or perhaps, Delia, having never seen Ashley in anything other than casual t-shirts, was immediately taken by the likes of him lounging there, waiting for her.Ashley had one hand in his pocket and the other held his phone. He was still staring at it as Delia approached him.“Hi,” Delia spoke up, drawing his attention to her.“Hey,” Ashley said.