Jessica sat at her desk lost in her own fantasies. The fantasies in her head was not the usual.Her every ambition now was to be the next Mrs Mark Molt. In her fuzzy brain she pictured him embracing her in his arms as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.He would lift her up an hug her tightly leading her to a rose petalled bed , where he would make sweet love to her. He would have her in every way. He would kiss her, starting at her lips, trailing his way down her body making circles around her belly button. His hands would grab her hips firmly as he...