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Loretta felt completely paralyzed. Her hands, legs, and even her thoughts paused as she stared into the grey eyes of the man above her.

She wasn’t intending to answer the question, so she just kept on admiring him, the smell of him invading her nostrils.

Loretta should be scared of him, scared of what he would do to her, but no... It was all admiration.

Suddenly, her door was opened, and Mikel walked in, rescuing—or should I say ruining—the perfect moment between his boss and his pet.

"Good morning, sir. I have arranged the call," Mikel said.

"I see. I’m coming." Fabian stood erect, winked at Loretta, and then went to meet with Mikel.

As the two men spoke in low tones, Loretta began to remember the question Fabian had previously asked her: "Do you want me to touch you?"

The brown-haired woman shuddered at the thought of it. Or wait, was she craving him? Instead of trying to figure out what Fabian and Mikel were saying, she was admiring his build and imagining him on top of her.

Lorett