Warning, Rated SPG 18+
Ilang minuto pa ang nakalipas, palabas na sila sa elevator, "Tulungan na kita, Miss Garcia, parang di ka na makalakad." Luke rested one hand on her slim waist, moving his palm in a teasing caress. "Nahihilo ka na no?" he asked, rubbing the inside of her palm with his thumb gently.
Claire stood on the tips of her high-heeled shoes and pressed her lips to his ear.
"Kunti lang, bakit? k-kaya mo akong p-paligayahin kahit l-lashing ako?"
Lasing na nga siya, isip ni Luke. Yet he swallowed a desperate laugh as he held her hand toward the hall. Before they passed the doorway, he tossed a final glance over his shoulder.
"J-joke lang yun uy, kung makakunot noo ka dyan parang w-walang pinagsamahan l-lang ang peg." She teased him too, while her hot gaze roamed the length of his body. Then she slanted her head and asked, "Pero hindi kako ako lashingg—" reklamo naman niyang kinakanta ulit ang ‘My Way.’ At sa isip niya, kailangan niyang makalayo sa amo or risk being stupid
