The waitress left the murder scene with wide-eyed dread. I didn't dare glance around to see who had seen my tremendous climax.

After a minute, Luke King appeared on the opposite side o, appearing calm and unflappable. Still panting, I met his stare and pushed down my skirt. My thighs stroked my pussy, causing aftershocks.

We gazed for a long time. He saved the contract from the spreading red wine.

He handed me the pen without a word.

 He viewed me with desire-filled eyes.

I finally paused. I signed away my life.

I sobbed, "I'm an idiot." 

Back at home

My best friend Odelia raised an eyebrow and smoked a...