Alexander
I spend my entire working life facing people down without so much as breaking a sweat. I never lose a stare-off, haven’t done so in all my years in the courtroom.
I don’t get nervous. I’ve never been nervous.
But tonight, as I check the knot of my tie is positioned just f*****g so, I’m feeling a shiver of trepidation.
I don’t know why this one night is even registering on my radar. It should be nothing more than a dirty little fuckfest, no different from any other time I’ve reached in my pocket and paid generously for the experience I want.
But her lucky stone is in my trouser pocket. Her pretty eyes are in my head.
The promise of a second round on her tight little cunt has my d**k standing to attention before I’ve even fastened up my cufflinks.
I feel the ridiculous urge
