Kayleigh left the café.
‘You can go now,’ she said to Frank, who gave a curt nod and spun on his heels.
She sat alone in her car, pensive.
Then she drove off.
Half an hour later, she arrived at a villa.
Familiar with the layout, Kayleigh did not wait for an invitation.
She went straight to the second floor where the master bedroom was located.
Before she could knock, however, a moan stopped her dead in her tracks.
Kayleigh put down her hand, leaned against the wall and waited.
A long, long while later, the woman in the bedroom climaxed with a loud cry.
Then the oak door opened.
The source of the moan staggered out, unsteady in her heels.
She was half-naked, her blouse buttons undone.
The woman had a look of pure ecstasy on her face.
Still basking
