Chapter Nine
Tamara’s Story
Without a word, Tamara calmly gathered up her things, got out of the cab and let the door swing behind her with never a backward glance. With the open trenchcoat hanging loosely from her slim frame, her purse slung rakishly over her shoulder, she set off, striding briskly towards the main entrance of the Layton Building. Her high heels clicked rhythmically across the hard tiles of the lobby’s floor, but she drew only passing interest. The young woman’s attractive features were set, her large dark eyes expressionless. She gave a perfunctory nod to the security man as she strode past his desk. Although she was vaguely aware of Nathan’s wicked toy lodged up her cunt, she managed to appear outwardly casual, mildly attentive, as she waited for the private elevator
