We've all turned to the f*****g beauty in front of us, wearing a tight white skirt and black blouse that shows off her t**s. Just seeing her makes my c**k quiver in my trousers. She approaches Abraham.
“Arcadia Lane, previouslyDreams .” “Sit down?”
Abraham grabs Arcadia's hand and puts it to his lips. Brooke leaps out of his chair and sits next to me as he adds, “Pleasure to meet you, young lady.” Did he and Arcadia exchange a glance? Since they've never met, it's irrelevant.
“How are you, Paul?” asks Arcadia.
“What's wrong?”
I grin cockily, attempting to seem cool.
“Sarcastic, Arcadia. She's come to shatter my balls, too?”
She suddenly grabs my hand. When I glance down, she's smiling.
It's short-lived.
She continues, “Gentlemen, I know you're wondering why I'm here.” They can't
