The Proposition

In front of me is what has now become every bit of what I desire. She is with absolute pure perfection tormenting me as she is swaying those hips while those elegant legs in deep red stilettos are taking her towards the boardroom.

The very boardroom where I am making my way to at present. Normally, these meetings bore me to utter death, but I think today it might bring some pleasure.

So as I enter, I scan the room to find that everyone is present, but what else I do notice is that Mekeyla has so conveniently seated herself next to me. Not showing much concern, I take my seat and only turn, “It is good to see you again, Ms. Winters.”

“Well, I would love to say the same.”

I only but chuckle at her and shift in as close as I can get to her.

Now is this tortured bliss or a pure act of a game that we have played for the past few days? I am hinting at both, for that vanilla is attacking my senses, but there is something else this time. It is lily; s