Eighty-Seven

When Lisa picked up the call talking with Victoria, Lucio watched her silently, there was something about the way she was talking with victoria that set him off.

He studied the lines on her face, every crease as he tried to figure out what was running through her head. She was deeply engrossed in their conversation. The call was taking a very long time and so Lucio helped out himself by savoring the remaining pancakes. He did a good job and was aware that Lisa enjoyed her breakfast with the manner she was licking her maple syrup on her fingers.

As the aroma lingered in her nose again, her attention shifted to the six feet man nibbling on her food while staring at her as if he wouldn't want to be caught.

Lisa doesn't want to be detracted and so she turns the other way. He glanced over her and wiping his hand walked closer to her laying soft kisses on her exposed back, Lisa paused and pushed him away but Lucio was not giving up.

Though he was interested in their conversation had a fee