I had dark brown hair which went well with my brown eyes and gently curved eyebrows. Women always envied my cheekbones and cute little nose too, but t...en again, I envied their height since I was short and petite. After a few moments of thinking about his offer, I peered back in his window. “What kind of person do you think I am?” I said crossly. “Okay, how about forty?” He responded with a smug look on his face. I pondered for a few moments. Forty pounds just for showing him my pair of small. I walked down immediately after sending the message as I needed a few minutes to prepare. I walked down the hallway checking the offices on the 3rd floor to see if anybody was around. Then I took out a makeshift OUT OF ORDER sign and taped it to the door of the men’s restroom. I used the building’s master key which I had taken from housekeeping one night I worked late and locked the door to the bathroom after I used a piece of cardboard to barely prop it open. Once that was all done, I stood. Well, I went to New York on business many months later, so I'm in these fucking meetings and I think about Bern's number, which I fucking left at my work, so I called work and had someone get me the number and I called it. Bern did answer but he didn't seem to remember me until I happened to say cool again, and then it comes back to him so we arrange to meet at his apartment later, which I do, and it's way up by St. John the Divine, and the fucking subway gets stopped on the way when some. She was Orlesian. He was a nobleman, she a commoner. He was a straight-forward, honest type with an Arling to run and roots already put down; her likely future was as a spy, and she wasn’t going to be able to stay in the same place for any length of time.They were doomed – before they even got started.And yet, though she knew she should stop it there before things went any further, the thought of telling him that made her feel ill. She wanted his kisses, needed them; she wanted to taste him and.