Letting go reluctantly, Greta turned out of the room and walked directly into the bathroom, stumbling on the way in. After splashing cold water on her face, she finally looked up at herself in the mirror. Oh, Greta, no, that was bad. She paused and repinned her hair. Oh, but so good!
Oh, Greta, no, that was bad. Oh, but so good!Her mortification over her wanton behavior eased. A few giggles escaped in relief as she remembered the building was empty, Thank goodness. It was their moment, their all-consuming need. Her lips still tingled, the memory of his kisses lingering. His heady masculine scent: a perfect mix of bay rum, clove, and musk clung to her dress. She inhaled deeply, the blended aroma warming her through. She opened the door and quietly walked into the office. Their eyes met exp
