The restaurant was getting ready to close and it was time to go. I walked her out to her car, her hand in mine. My heart was pounding. My mind was ...acing. My emotions were churning. How could I say goodnight...or goodbye...to her again? As we reached her car, we turned to each other and she took my hands in hers. She reached up and kissed me softly on the mouth. I kissed back, inhaling her aroma and savoring the taste of her. Her mouth opened a bit and she kissed me harder. I slid my. She came just before I left for office and she had one key of the flat. I used to come home for a quick lunch and have hot food. Evening the maid used to leave before I was back.After a month or so, she started to come at 8 AM before I left for office.I noticed her to be young about 20 years old and had average figure. She wore sari as well as salwar. She was generally naughty in nature. The time of 8 to 9 was when I got ready and she used to see me in towel while shaving and coming out of. ”“Absolutely not,” I said reflexively.Chrissy’s eyebrows went up as her lips tightened into a firm line and her chin dropped. It was not what I would consider an attractive look.“You had best pick your next words carefully, Paul,” she said, barely opening her mouth and keeping her tone low. It was not the voice of someone arguing with their boss, it was the sound of a woman correcting her man. We were in a small conference room in Kenya with Terry and Tamara as we made crew selection and. Unless you've had sex with anyone, which you shouldn't be having in the first place." I stay silent. I almost HAD sex with someone once. But it was more because he kept insisting and me, having no power of will, almost submitted to that guy's (ex boyfriend) constant groping. I quickly notice how Mr. Brooke was looking at me through his eyeslashes. "Tell me you haven't had sex with anyone," he turns so we're both facing each other. He was worried—a good thing, I guess. I swallow the huge.