I'll have your bags taken up there now, and if you take the express elevator up to the 20th floor, your table will be ready for you," he said.Ken used...one of the room keys to allow the elevator to take them to the ballroom floor; Christy held his arm tightly as the elevator rocketed up."Mr. Ray?" the maître de asked. "Let me show you to your table."The ballroom appeared to occupy the entire front half of the floor; the tables were set a reasonable distance apart, and arranged around three sides. And, it wouldn't be long before I would be on display for allto enjoy either. Dinner had to be prepared real soon.I was dismissed from their presence with the warning to listen out incase they needed refills. I've never been happier to spend time in thekitchen puttering around, cleaning and cooking......................................................................Janice slipped to the kitchen to inform me that she wanted dinner to beready at seven. That gave me just under two hours to get. My image is slightly distorted, Bianca thought. Seeming unconcerned about any distortion, she tried on each of the three tops in turn, and then selected two others from her closet, repeating the routine of bending this way then that, while viewing the amount of cleavage each successive bend or twist might reveal to Jimmy when he stood across the counter from her at the bookstore where she worked.Guys just don't get it ... how hard we work to get them interested in us, she thought. And for. Before he had took his seat I had scanned him over, he had spiky caramel color head with hazel eyes to top it all off. His clothes show off his body well, for I have never seen a man wear black leather pants that made him look like something delicious to eat. My mouth started to water as I watched him walk toward me with the grace of an angel. I had estimated that he was 6’0, but that jumped to 6’2 when he took the seat next to me. Without a warning he had turned to face me, and grabbed my.