" We need to get those wet clothes off you," Gerrell said from behind. Lauren felt his hands on her back and then felt as the bikini top was unclasped...from behind. She held it tight against her body from the front. Then, Gerrell peeled off the bikini bottoms, dropping them at her feet. Lauren obediently stepped out of them.She was almost swaying with a combination of margaritas, lust and confusion. Gerrell then put a towel around her shoulders so that Lauren dropped the bikini top."The bedroom. My dad was furious and threatened to lock me in my room but my mom knew where I was coming from and although she didn't agree with it, she understood it. So I left the US for Europe and my first stop was London, I saw all the sights and had tons of fun. I didn't have a place to stay and just crashed at places when I could and if all else failed I would get a cheap room for the night. I did this for the next two months as I traveled throughout Europe. I can say that I fucked a guy in at least 10. There was nothing glib about Carly Fuentes, nothing at all.“There we go. But your money’s no good here,” Carly told me suddenly, bringing me up short.“I don’t think that you can afford to cover it on a sales associate’s salary, or could you?” I persisted.“No, but I can,” I heard behind me.“Jamie,” I smiled as I turned around to see my boss, Jamie Larousse, the mall’s actual manager.“Yep, and I thought that you were taking the week off, what with the crime committed against you and the divorce. ” We stepped out of the meeting room and turned towards the hotel bar, I felt his hand go back to it's spot above my ass. I looked up at him and said, “In that case, pretty sure you won't.”We sat down in a dark corner booth in the bar and when the waitress came I ordered a glass of red wine and he ordered a whiskey. We had slid around to the back corner and were sitting close studying the same menu. His arm was around the back of the seat draped across my shoulders, our thighs were pressed.