Kenley?”
“Um, yes, that’s me.”
The lady continued to silently click at her keyboard. I know she can be rough, but it seemed like you handled it, huh?”
He tried to speak, but it came out as a cough, before he rasped “Yeah.”
“Good, good. He knew he was pretty, it was probably his best asset. Looks like you’ve made a bit of a mess,” she said, with a quick glance down. “So, essentially, I’ll be your slave.”
“No. She’s expecting you.”
“Thank you,” Tom said, but her attention had already returned to her computer and she gave no response, so he headed down the hallway. What kind of place is this? She looked at Tom and he felt her gaze pierce into his very soul. He focused on pleasuring it. “I struggle with… Cassie, he thought? He wouldn’t have to worry about anything ever again. Although something did bother him… He felt the air in his lungs get stale and try to escape.
