Romans & histoires Booker Baxter

He was wearing only wearing some boxers leaving the rest of his delectable skin uncovered. His body was toned to perfection, with large biceps lead into a chiselled chest, sitting underneath his firm pectorials sat a very solid set of abs before sliding into his waist, his prominent byline on show. Unfortunately his bixers covered what was under his byline, but below that. His thick toned thighs lead into toned claves.

This was only the second time in six months that she had visited “The Sanctuary”. True to its name this building housed one of the most capable, experienced, honest and dependable persons in the world. Senior Advocate Prativadi Bhayankar Chakravarthy or PBC as he was known was one of the fiercest advocates of truth and justice. He stood by the real victims getting them justice. He was also a close friend of Sahithi’s grandfather Mr. Jagannatham which was why she had come to here. As their family lawyer, he held answers to many questions.

I don't have time for something as unimportant as tertiary education… “Oh my God, he is here!" "Who? Arthur Blackwood?!" "Look at the jaw line!" "By God, I'm going to pass out if he even looks at me!" “Oh no, you won't, because he is never going to look at you!" “Why do you have to kill the vibe? Let me admire my dream man.” “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. It's not like he will ever notice you.” I roll my eyes, pretending that I did not hear a word of that lust-driven conversation.

I said. He looked at me. “We were not at the same institution,” he said. “Blackwood and Pembroke are unrelated, I was not her student when we came to Cambridge. There is no institutional relationship between us that Pembroke has any standing to question.” “Then they have nothing,” I said. “Formally nothing,” he said. “But formally nothing and practically nothing are different things. Harrison does not need a rule to make things difficult, he needs a reason to keep looking.”

Russell I'd be kidding if I said I wasn't nervous. Meeting Sam's dad was affable indeed. He's so much like her, easy to talk to and so passionate about his work. I see why Sam is so enamored with her studies and why she is eager to get her master's in business. She gets that attitude from that man. I just met him and I already have great admiration for him. Mr. Adam's sent a black luxury SUV to pick us up. I wasn't used to all this fancy shit, but I remained genteel.

Rebecca said trying to persuade him. "Even I agree sir, A worker like Chef Grots is by far our best chef and experienced man, if we fire him we loose him to a better company or worse him starting his own restaurant". Jake said trying to pacify him too, he thought about it more after hearing jakes opinion,

He's paying attention, and the steadiness of his gaze is beginning to make it difficult for me to look in his direction at all. Roger and Crystal excuse themselves not long after, drifting back into the crowd. A hush comes on the hall later as a short, older man steps to the front with a microphone in his hand. "That's Winston Baxter," Hester says. "Owner of Baxton, the English car manufacturing company." "I've heard of them," I say. "My dad used to mention them." Alex looks at me. "Your dad?" "Yeah." He stares at me, waiting for me to say more about my dad, I guess. I smile and let my eyes drift back to Hester.

“That’s Cal Booker!” I sat up alongside her as we watched. His father, Edward Booker, was delivering a speech about the hunger crisis in America. Cal made a face at something his father said, as if he didn’t believe him. I wondered what it meant. “He looks taller there,” Sydney said, fully invested. “I suppose so,” I answered robotically, as I continued to study Cal. Sydney looked over at me. “You okay?” she asked with kind eyes. “As fine as I can be,” I replied, snapping out of my trance. “None of this feels real yet.”