Brooks, this is Terry Reichert. He’s interviewing for the position Cora is leaving. Enjoy your time together and don’t forget to feed the poor man...at noon!”“Thank you, Dr. Watts. I’m sure the rumbling of our stomachs will be a good reminder.” They laughed and I was in the company of the director of theatre. “Now, that formalities are over, Terry, I’m Jon and it’s a pleasure to welcome you to your new home in Seattle.”Something about the way he greeted me made it sound like I’d already been. Why? I could see the glint in her eye when she swirled that gorgeous dress for my approval, me telling her it looked very nice and was most becoming, and that was the truth, she looked good and very sexy in black stockings which really complimented those great legs. “Have you had breakfast” she queried and when I told her I had just had cereal and toast she retorted that was no good for a red blooded Englishman and there was a certain tone in her voice that sort of suggested she had in mind. He breathes in heavily, kissing me back, his hands crushing me to him. "Of course I missed you," I breath into his mouth, and our kissing slows. "I'm really glad you don't like my friends," Ethan says, and I know he means in any way more than platonic friendship. Hearing him say these words aloud seals my enjoyment, and I respond in a way to sum up how I feel. "The only attention I want is from you," I say frankly, and he stares at me for a moment. I mentally trace the ring of emerald green. “Rebecca,” I again commanded. “Please have a seat but sit with your legs spread wide apart.”Once again, without a moment of hesitation, Rebecca turned around a sat in my spare office chair. But this time, instead of sitting with her legs crossed, she sat with her feet spread as far apart as she could. The tan material of her dress slacks pulled up nicely between her legs, revealing a very nice camel toe crotch. Now my heart was thumping really hard. Ok, this was going to require a little.