72: Realization

When Yara walks into his office, he notices the change in Penelope's demeanor. Her mouth settles into a thin, hard line and a crease forms between her brows. Yara seems to notice it as well, but it affects her very little. It's either she doesn't care what Penelope thinks, or she already expected this from her.

"I'm sorry for being late," Yara says. "I lost track of time."

He looks at her for a moment. There's a redness in her cheeks that indicates that she's embarrassed, although he can't possibly understand why. It's normally the other way around. She shouldn't care that she's nearly half an hour late. He knows a lot of women who wouldn't.

"It's alright," is all he says.

The first thing he notices is her walk. He's pretty familiar with it, and it reminds him of how he fucked her last night. His cock twitches. He'd take her again, if Penelope weren't here. The second is that she wore a skirt today. Provocative? Perhaps. But something astounding about Yara is that she isn't intent on