"Noooo," I declared. "No s*x with any Havenstone women for 75 days. When I told you later, I meant 75 days later. It is corporate policy for interns."
"Pity," she sighed. "You are good to go. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Cool. Maybe we can squeeze in a massage next time," I grinned. No rest for the wicked.
"What do you want me to massage?" she teased.
"I was thinking that I could start at your neck, work through your shoulders, down your back and jump to your thighs before finishing up on your calves," I offered.
"Are we sure that won't violate the rule about s****l contact?" she purred.
"Of course not. It is a public service. You have a high-stress job and need a break," I met her hungry gaze.
"I think this is only a ploy for you to get your hands on my body," she wiggled closer. Duh.
