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Chapter Fifteen
For each step he took, her heart raced a little faster as she was almost certain he’d follow her. After somehow turning her perfectly shaped butt and glancing over her shoulders to wink at him, she knew she’d just given an unofficial invitation to the devil himself. As speculated, he came upon the door to her office and gently pushed it open, revealing the devilish smirk he had on. Oh my! She gulped as a surge of hunger electrified her body, increasing her pulse rate. He was looking especially exhilarating and ravishing in his black dress shirt which hugged his body tightly, revealing his well toned muscular body. His tousled black, black hair came down his forehead complimenting his hazel coloured eyes which was filled with only lust and desire. Her back was pressed against the desk and he stalked towards hers that smirk still plastered on his face.
“Do you know what you just did?” he stopped when she was just an inch away, h
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“I’d welcome you but you’re no stranger here,” he said, reaching for her bags which she handed to him. “Well, a welcome celebration sounds nice.” “Oh yeah? Then I’ll see you in the pool,” he said with a wry grin. Theresa swallowed. “Pool?” Sam gave the bag to Alfie who took it upstair, to the guest room. “Yes,” Sam turned to her. “A pool party. Just you and I. You know, with champagne and Whitney Houston songs,” he articulated detailedly, Theresa was sure her heart fell to her stomach. “If I hadn’t known better, I’d say you were asking me to a date.” He threw his head back in laughter, emmitting sniggers afterwards. “You might just be right Theresa.” Just then, Margaret emerged from down the stairs beaming. She was obviously excited she’d have a ‘gist buddy’ again, since Mary. “Oh
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With so much force this time, he pushed it down with his feet. No action. Nothing! The car didn’t stop and just kept moving up the bridge. Immediately, his head swerved sideways to see Theresa who looked very worried as she watched him hit the brake pedal endlessly. He was beginning to lose control of the car but he tried so desperately to work the steering wheel. With one hand, he unbuckled her seat belt and unlocked the doors with the buttons on his side. Surprisingly, he feared for her more than himself. Theresa’s breathing had become heavy and fast as she watched the car go straight, up the bridge. He noticed this and tried to bring her to calm and listen to him, amidst controlling the car that was moving with so much speed already. “Theresa, Look at me!” he called loudly. And she turned to him, her breathing still heavy and fast. She had placed a hand over her chest, squeezing her shirt tight. Her heart was throbbing
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