CHAPTER FOUR
Wiley Morrison repaired their drinks at the bar and glanced at the girl's reflection in the mirror. The New York skyline shimmered behind her.
Maybe tonight, he thought, she sure seems ready.
He had been taking her out for six weeks and had yet to touch her. In fact, he had even given some thought to asking her to move in with him at least then he might be able to get into her panties.
Who knows, he thought, studying her stunning figure and face in the mirror, she might even be marrying material. She certainly had the looks and brains to be the wife of an up-and-coming young attorney.
But before going that far, Wiley wanted to check out her s*x drive. He knew where his was -- at the very top.
Again he checked her image. Jennie Fields, a truly exciting female and no doubt
