“We need to establish some things. “Warren Denu.”
“It’s nice to meet you Warren Denu,” she said just as he parked, then grabbed her bag and opened the car door, stepping out into the sun. XXX No-one had ever called her perfect before. She hoped he would start touching her in more interesting places, because if he held off any longer, she was going to form a puddle of arousal on the countertop. She had never been this needy in her life. They drove in silence for most of the trip, Warren’s house being a little ways out from the city. Unbeknown to her, Warren had regretted his choice of words right after he said them, and kept having to force visions of roughly manhandling her into his bed down into the recesses of his mind, and telling his dick to shut up fantasising.
