Anthony awoke to a piercing buzzing tune, a gracious enough melody, but one he had come to despise shortly after he had made the misapprehension of making it his alarm. The culprit, his smartness phone, was plugged in on the nightstand beside him and was in the unconscious process of making him gleefully aware that it was a new day, another twenty-four hour geological period not dissimilar to the utmost one. A modus operandi work day.

He sighed and reached out with a weary, sleep-leaden arm, feeling across the airfoil of his nightstand until his fingers traced the cool fluid control surface of his sound and, using the charging cable to describe which way the telephone was facing, he swept right on the screen, silencing the alarm.

He let out a balmy sigh and let the heat of his mattress and puff once more take him, as he always did for the brilliant distance of the snooze button, subject matter and comfortable.

Five minutes later Antonius awoke to the piercing, buzzing melodic line of his alarm.

Muttering a curse under his breath, the Saami as always, he sighed and opened his eyes, squinting against the lighting that pushed through his drape to illuminate his sleeping accommodation. This time, however, instead of setting his telephone set to drowse he sat up on his elbows, scooping up his phone and unplugging the battery charger, letting the cable lazily pass to the story as he switched off the alarum and checked his telling. A few social media prods and a pick of tidings fib dotted his screen and he swiped them away, not yet in the flesh of mood to care about either.

He set the phone down and swing over his legs out of bed, stretching his branch out and yawning as he stood and stepped forward into the coolness of his apartment, making his way, air human foot padding on the rug, towards the bathroom.

He entered the tiled elbow room and switched the visible radiation on, noting the neanderthal in the mirror who looked back at him, the trope slumped and tired, his grimace unshaven, his dark fuzz messy and unkempt, a twain of drab squinting eyes peering back, the round-shouldered form wearing naught but a pair of luminousness grey boxer shorts.

Every morning he fought that mental image in the mirror, fighting to bring it under ascendency, a routine battle with an inevitable outcome.

After utilising the facilities he shaved, nothing partiality since he'd foresightful ago given up the time-consuming process of a wet razor shaving and had instead forked out for an expensive electric razor that, he thought, did the job just as well.

He buzzed away the previous day 's growth, leaving his face, jaw and cervix smooth. He noted subconsciously that he was probably only a week away from needing a haircut to maintain his shortstop pro style, but that was futurity Anthony's problem.

After finishing his shave he was already starting to wait better. He followed it up by brushing his tooth and while this made no progress on his look, the poise mint on his taste buds helped to rouse him from the depth of sleep.

He gargled water and pettifoggery, washing his toothbrush and putting it aside, moving to his shower social unit which he switched on, leaving it for a few mo to let the temperature settle before he stepped under the hot water.

He tilted his head back, letting the water pour down over his hair, smoothing it and letting it go on in ruttish little runnel down the skin of his fit body. Relaxing even as the virtuoso lured him for the vestiges of sleep.

After languishing in the gratifying heat for a few tenacious moments he lathered himself with soap and washed out his hair with shampoo, letting the hot stream of weewee wash the suds from his consistency before, a trivial regretfully, he switched the shower off, wiping the nimiety water from his skin before stepping from the whole onto a plush shower mat, feeling the soft affectionateness of it under his pes as he went about toweling himself off.

Dry, he caught sight of himself in the mirror, he loosely combed his fingertips through the unawares nighttime hair, parting it and settling it in his preferred mode. He smiled to himself, breathing in to accent his figure, skimpy and gymnastic. He attended the gym occasionally, but he had to take on the main cause for his figure was a divine metamorphosis for which he was eternally grateful.

After giving himself one last look over he was somewhat pleased to confirm that the can was down one shambling Neandertal and up one productive member of society.

Despite being the merely one in his flat he modestly wrapped the towel around his shank, collecting his discarded packer before he made his way back to his sleeping room. He turned the radio set on on his phone after checking the time and finding out, a pleasant surprise, that it was Friday and, with the damp towel still clinging to his body began to neatly layout his suit for the day ; White boxers, disgraceful pants, black horseshoe, white shirt, black belt, red striped tie.

As he carefully laid out his clothes he listened contentedly to the pop Sung spilling from his phone, humming softly as he did so, he recognised the birdsong and appreciated the catchy melody though he didn't sing along.

He finally set aside the towel as he started to dress, folding it over a radiator before pulling on his briefs and listening to the daily news bulletin. The news these solar day was predictable, always the Saame, always outrage, disasters, wars. It came to something, he thought, when the news show was as routine as his life.

With his collar popped he settled the red tie around his neck and hesitated, looking down at himself and holding both ends of the tie around his neck opening out from him, inspecting it. After a second, he put it back, retrieving instead a solid red tie.

After he was finished he gave himself one in conclusion look over in the mirror, looking for any creases or defect, any mistakes or missed buttons. Satisfied, he silenced his headphone and slid it along with his wallet and keys in their assigned pockets and made his way out of his apartment into the cold alert air of the humans, beginning the everyday commute.

The commute was longer than he would like, but not particularly arduous, the subways running at regular intervals and, thankfully, never so tightly packed that he was squished in succeeding to other citizenry. He also had the good fortune of passing by a burnt umber booth which made the dawning bearable. A man should never dispute the value of a kiosk which sells truly well java, in which, if he could, he partook more than once a day.

Anthony didn't like to believe he was addicted to the lure of coffee, he merely required it to function. Like air, and people weren't addicted to that, he would often understanding to himself internally.

He stepped into the foyer of his building and smiled politely to the receptionist who recognised him, returning the smile. He stepped to the elevator and during the ride up took the first sip of his saucily buy coffee, letting out a pleasant sigh.

Anthony worked in the wonderfully beguile world of finance and while the piece of work was challenging it was never particularly new or interesting. Despite that, he did the work and did it well. There was no conflict that he was a valuable member of the workforce and, it was generally believed, could've been a squad leader or junior director by now. However as opportunities and spots to strike in high spirits came and went, Anthony stayed where he was, never quite believing himself sound enough to tread up in the world, once to a greater extent contented.

He stepped from the elevator on his floor and navigated the workspace towards his desk. He wasn't the for the first time in but was always one of them. The IT guy was already in, an old role model, one who had been working with PC's since way back before the internet who was working on a colleague's auto which had probably been reported as broken the night before, likely fixing it before its user arrived that dawn, a respectable guy by all explanation. So too, he noticed was Charlene, a curvy iniquity skinned woman in her tardily twenties or too soon 30, an attractive woman with a simply incredible bout who has the bad luck of representing HR. There were four others of his team already in, the two newbies, John and Harry, both thoroughly men, Claire, a curvaceous redhead who was so far out of his league that, despite working on the same team as him, he was sure she didn't know he existed and Lucy, a raven haired short girl who dressed conservatively and socialised just as outwardly.

Anthony recalled he had asked her out once, but been turned down. He had been a little discomfited, Lucy was quite cute he thought, but apparently she had been above what he could realistically bat.

He sat down at his desk and set his coffee berry down, switching his PC on. He watched, with satisfaction as he logged in to his desktop and 8:59 rolled over to 9:00 on the dot. It was the small triumph that made the day go all quicker.

The day proceeded in a typically unremarkable mode, the rest of the office showed up, everyone got on with their work, the great unwashed talked, an acceptable storey of predictable banter and gossip was had. Anthony partook in it a small, but mainly he focused on his work.

He was a niggling surprised when Anne, his line manager came by his desk. While Anne made an try to mingle with the team, periodically moving around to gibe on everyone, Anthony had noticed she did so to a set schedule, likely following prompts in her work calendar. As she approached him he glanced at the clock at the corner of his window. She wasn't due to check on him for another 60 minutes and a half, just before the end of the day.

"Can I sustain a Holy Scripture with you in my office for a minute, Anthony ?"she asked, voice friendly and gentle, though the password sent a pang of anxiousness through him that catapulted his idea into overdrive. Had he made a mistake ? Was he in trouble ?

"Of course, now ?"he asked, returning her grinning, though it was a fiddling forced.

"If you can, please."

He glanced back at his desktop, mind rattle for some exculpation as to why he would have to wait ten, or even just five moment so he could notice out what he had done improper and set up some form of military action plan to fix it, but aught immediately presented itself and he was, by all accounts, an good man.

"Uh, sure."he nodded, locking his desktop and moving to stand.

He glanced across the office, Anne's actions not having passed unnoticed he caught Charlene's eye. He raised his brow at her, questioningly and merely got a shrug in response.

That was unspoiled newsworthiness at least, if he was going to be fired Charlene would know.

He stepped into Anne's post, entering behind her. It was minor, but the privacy it offered made it comparatively luxurious. He politely shut the door behind him and, as she moved behind her desk, he himself made to sit, knowing if he didn't she would tell him to anyway.

Anne was a matrimonial woman, in her late forty with, from how often she spoke of them, he assumed as many children, and she liked to remember of herself as having a motherly bearing in the office. She had shoulder distance mousy brownness hair that, gossip insisted, was dyed, though he didn't very much care. Their kinship had been purely master over the four twelvemonth since he had started here. They had talked and socialised at the infrequent out of work compulsory gathering, but it had never progressed beyond that.

"Anthony, I want to talk to you about a bit of a tender subject…"she said as she sat, steepling her fingers.

Bad sign.

"Oh ?"he said, trying to go slow down, though he had to resist the itch to twist in his seat.

"I've been your handler since the day you joined us here and I'm glad to say you've been an typic penis of the team…"she continued, causing him no amount of disarray. Bad news rarely followed the watchword exemplary, but he stayed silent, letting her go on, her voice tentative, as if testing the piss,"staff have come and gone, my team expanded, we've received praise, fillip, all good tidings and a lot of it can be, in one way or another accredited to you."

"... Thank you ?"he said, unsettled as to where she was going with this.

Anne nodded,"I think it's time you branched out."

Antony groaned inwardly, there was likely a new post coming up, one Anne wanted him to go for and was doing him the ‘ party favor'of giving him a preemptive heads up.

"Anne, thank you I appreciate- ..."

She held up a hand, an almost wry smirk touching her brim,"I appreciate the crack but I'm not interested in moving up just yet ?"she said.

He hesitated, staying silent.

"Now you're thought process, 'if you knew I'd say that why squall me in here .'”

He remained mute. He couldn't error her and she knew it.

"There isn't a new position coming available, that's not what I'm talking about."she let out a retentive low sigh and leaned back in her chair, lowering her hand.

"You're a good person, Mark Antony. A great worker, dainty and kind, but you don't have any drive, any ambition."she said, bluntly.

He frowned a piffling, though again, he couldn't and wouldn't disaccord with that, it was just never gracious to be confronted with a personal fault.

"You need something in your life to give you that drive, something to work out towards, a goal."

"I've got a dainty apartment, I'm building a nice pension, I'm happy."He said, carefully.

"I don't doubt any of that. You've built yourself a adept life, but you need to populate a picayune bit more."she said, smiling softly.

Anthony eyed her, a slight taken aback. It wasn't like Anne, he thought, to deal such an interest in his personal life, though he began to inquire if she always had and he just hadn't noticed it.

"I'll… Try harder ?"he said dismissively, simply trying to placate her.

She opened her mouth to mouth, then hesitated, picking her words carefully,"I've set you up on a date with someone who I think you will get on well with."His expression must receive said a thousand words because she was quick to add,"And I would deliberate it a personal favour if you would go ahead with it."

He stared at her, oral cavity opening and shutdown a few times as he processed that,"... A date. With a woman."

She raised her eyebrows,"Are… You not into…"

He blushed and sat up in his chairman,"Oh I am ! I am, I just-"

"It's settled then. 8 pm, tonight at Quel Posto Italiano."She beamed, leaning back in her chair as if the subject was resolved.

"That Italian place we went to ?"he asked, knowing it. It was closer to where he lived than it was to the office, though not by much, his squad had gone there the Christmas yesteryear for a meal.

She nodded and smiled."You can tell me all about it on Monday."

He opened his back talk to talk, to dissent, but he stopped. This was a very personal matter, but one that, if he refused, could impact his working relationship with his manager, a precarious position.

"... I will, um… Thank you."he said, a short dryly as he stood and made his way from her berth back to his desk.

He sat there for a few mo, staring at his silver screen before Charlene approached, apparently registering a pretty shadowed expression on his face."Is everything okay ?"she asked, clearly seeking comment but doing so wearing the ‘ concerned HR'mask.

For a moment as he took a deep sigh he considered mentioning how he was essentially being blackmailed into a date, but he thought about it again. Anne, for all her faults, was well intentioned, trying to do him a favor and while it would be him his eventide in the party of whoever she thought was suited for him, he wasn't going to be doing much with his clock time anyway.

"Everythings amercement, just a little catch up over some work."he said, sitting up a trivial straighter and adopting his smile.

Charlene pursed her sassing and eyed him with hunch,"Mm, alright glad everything 's okay."

She slinked away and Anthony unlocked his PC. So much for a quiet Fri eve, he thought.

The respite of the day proceeded by the leger, up to and including Anne's ‘ spontaneous'check on how he was getting on, right on schedule he noted, and the day finally wound to a close.

Usually, he might take in spent an superfluous hour or two at piece of work, closing out project so he wouldn't worry about them over the weekend, but for the world-class fourth dimension in a long metre, he had a date he had to prepare for.

During his commute home, coffee bean in hired man he tried to think about the kind of char someone like Anne would try to set him up with, but he just didn't know her well enough to start out piecing together a picture. Would she be older, one of Anne's admirer ? Would she be family ? A girl or niece maybe ? Would she be quiet and reserved like Lucy, or something completely different ? He had no thought and before he knew it his opinion had carried him home.

Finding himself with about an 60 minutes and a half to wipe out before he had to go out he spent some time picking out his rig, the same impudent casual outfit, he realised once he was done, he had probably worn the conclusion prison term he had gone to Quel's with work.

After he had done that he did the only other thing he could retrieve of to do, he repeated his dayspring routine.

He shaved, washed, showered, dried and dressed, making himself as presentable as he could manage. He didn't hold luxuriously hope for the date, in fact, it was practically a write-off, but he didn't see any reason not to at to the lowest degree prove up looking his best.

Packing the essentials, speech sound, billfold and keys into their ascribe pockets he once again left his flat, opting to take the air to try and restrain his emerging anxieties in hitch as he made his way towards his blind date.

As he arrived he scanned the restaurant, not spotting any lone females he assumed, correctly, that he was here first. A waiter directed him to a table and he ordered a chicken feed of H2O, checking his earpiece he noted that he was around five minutes early, so he tried to make relaxed, though his gaze kept flick towards the door.

eight-spot'o'clock came and went, so did five past, so did ten past tense. He was starting to finger his anxiousness turning into embarrassment, incertain how to feel about being stood up on a blind appointment, unsure of what he could say to Anne on Monday.

"Your table,"the waiter said, extending a hand towards his own.

He looked up and froze, verbalize half open.

Before him stood a cleaning woman, about his age and wearing a long sleeved deep red high gear neck blouse and knee length skirt, she struck an effigy that was in one wink both awe inspiring and inspiring of dread.

He immediately knew she was way of his conference for a telephone number of reasons.

start and foremost, she was just gorgeous. She had long red hair that she had, he assumed, used crimper on to afford it a rippled effect, her green eye were simply captivating and her body was so perfect as to be of fabulous status. She was at the same time both slender and curvy, thin waisted but sporting a full fizzle, her legs foresighted and her skin visible light and unblemished.

moment but of no to a lesser extent impingement on his probability with her, he knew, was her name.

"Claire ?"he said, though he was not so grief-stricken of his humour in his surprise that he neglected to stand, stepping around the mesa to pull her electric chair out for her.

"Hey Susan Anthony, I hope I'm not too late ! Time got away from me."she explained apologetically as she gratefully took her place, her eyes tracking him all the way as he made his way back to his own seat.

"Uh, no you're not too late."he said lamely as he practically stared at her, awkward in his surprise and uncertainty.

"Oh near ! I was worried you'd already be gone."She giggled a picayune, smiling warmly as she tucked a ringlet of whisker behind one ear,"employment today was a nightmare wasn't it ?"

"Uh…"

"Oh you're rightfulness, we shouldn't talk about work."She blushed and smiled,"You know when I asked Anne if you were single I never expected her to say yes, let alone help me set this up !"

He blinked,"You, you set this up ?"

"Oooh, she told you it was a blind particular date, didn't she ? Well, only for you."

He swallowed a little, unable to let his self-doubt get the better of him,"Why would you want to appointment me ?"

She tilted her principal curiously, as if surprised he would ask that,"fountainhead you're Sweet and kind, you always help me with piece of work when I need it and unlike all the other so called ‘ men'in the office you aren't constantly hitting on me or just… Staring. Even Charlene is shamed of that, though I have no estimate why ... Honestly, I thought you were spoken for !"

"I er, no I just, you know. thinking you were a petty, you know."

"A short what ?"she asked, a smirk on her full lips.

"You know, out of my conference ?"he asked and to her surprise, she laughed, reaching out with a paw and resting it on his, her touch warm and soft.

"Oh Mark Antony, you're funny."She giggled, smiling happily and he found himself laughing a little too, albeit uncertainly.

She quickly lured him out of his scale, her bubbly bright personality and exigent conversation all but forcing him to enjoy himself, not that he needed forcing, just that he was trying to forecast out at which point the rug would be pulled out from under him.

As the date progressed and the wine-colored flowed, his paranoia began to ebb away as they talked Thomas More and more. Despite her stunner and her skill at her job, he had expected, from her reputation as a bit of an airhead, that there wasn't much more to her than he already knew, but he couldn't have been more wrong.

He quickly discovered that she loved sports, watching it day-after-day and keeping up with the intelligence, playing more than than a few herself, including tennis, which he too enjoyed on juncture after having played for his team in college. Though that was a main factor in her life she had a full potpourri of interests outside of fun, many of which they also shared, their love of photographic film, their sexual love of music and, much to his surprise, a lack of luck with the opposite gender.

He blinked, certain he had just misheard her,"I'm sorry, it's been how long since your last-place boyfriend ?"he asked, phonation surprised as he sipped his coffee, their desserts finished. He knew asking the enquiry was a bit of a faux pas, but he had to ask it anyway.

She blushed,"Oh, you heard right, five years."she said, sounding a petty embarrassed, her grin slight.

"I find that really hard to believe, I mean, you're the centre of attention in every room you walk into."he smiled, knowing it was the truth.

She giggled a piffling, her rosiness brightening,"adulator ... I'm not blind, or really that modest, I know why people look at me,"she glanced down at her own impressive flop,"and I know what they're looking at when they do. It's not that guys aren't interest in me, it's just that I do n't obtain many that I think I'm really, you know, compatible with."

He nodded along,"And you think we're compatible ? ..."he asked, still, despite how much he'd enjoyed the eventide so far, dubious of her words.

She let out a little suspire and eyed him with an expression he couldn't read, her smile gentle, maybe queasy, maybe apologetic. He couldn't read it, but he was familiar with it. He put on a diffused little smile himself, as if to secernate her it was okay, that he was cook. It was a shame, really, he'd quite enjoyed the evening, but he knew he shouldn't be surprised that no matter how nice a soul he was, he would be far below what she would want really.

"I dunno, I think we are…"she said, taking a deep intimation,"I just, I'm…"she hesitated, looking at him,"I'm just… Not like early women."

He looked at her, the latter one-half of her words falling on deaf auricle, the first half having gotten stuck in his mind.

"time lag, you're seriously interested in me ? You ?"

She hesitated, a bit of a warmer grinning touching her lips,"Um… Yes ? Is that so hard to conceive ?"

"Well, yes, actually I mean, you're… Well, you know how gorgeous you are."he said, stunned.

She smiled a little wryly, then shrugged,"Antonius, that doesn't mean anything when you really get to know me, as I said, I'm not like other women."

Susan B. Anthony shrugged, his grinning maturation,"You're pretty perfect tense, honestly."he said raising a bloom to her cheeks,"I'm for certain whatever you think it is that sets you apart from early women it just makes you you and it won't variety my view of you, which is pretty high rightfulness now."

"You're really, really odoriferous Mark Anthony, but maybe at least hear what it is before you commit to that idea."she said, warmly, but cautioning.

He looked at her, trying to be reassuring, while he knew he wouldn't mind whatever it was, if she really had to assure him to feel better about herself, he wouldn't occlusive her.

She nodded as if to herself to instil sureness as she picked up her deep brown and took a recondite sip,"Anthony… I'm packing a little additional heat…"she said, spokesperson soft.

He stared back at her, his grimace a mask of pure incomprehension,"... Alright."was all he said, to cover up his obvious obliviousness.

She giggled a picayune and shook her chief,"Ahh, I hoped I wouldn't have to explain…"she said, a small regretful,"I'm a woman… But I have extra… Male parts."

"Oh."Was all he said, still confused.

"... Down… There…"she followed up to clarify with a point of her finger.

He watched her for a few farsighted moments, then his eyebrows raised,"Oh. Ooooooh. Oooh… I think I understand."

She nodded a piddling,"It's why I've never had much destiny with men."she said if only to satisfy the quiet, though she knew it was obvious.

He looked at her as his psyche turned over on itself, he didn't know cleaning woman like her were a thing, they were rare in the cosmos, but it was the first base he was hearing about it. She was his aspiration lady friend, but she had a, well, a manhood, if he understood her right wing.

He would possess to consume a Christian Bible with Anne on Monday, ask her just what she thought his type was, because it seemed, if Claire was anything to go off of, Anne believed his case was a beautiful, charming, intelligent, fishy, fit, curvy women… His train of view derailed before it even reached the full stop of her endowment. It didn't need to.

"I'm flavor pretty compatible if you are."he smiled.

She brightened considerably, her normal bubbly self returning at his password, assuaging her fears that he might not have been the somebody she hoped he was,"You mean that ?"she asked, spokesperson in high spirits and excited.

He nodded in confirmation, smiling at her, though he still had a few doubts in his mind, half wondering just what he had gotten himself into, he was sealed he had made the right choice, she was his dreaming girl, he couldn't just let her slide through his fingers for the saki of what was in her pants.

She bit her full soft lip, squirming a little in her derriere, clearly rapturous,"I really hoped you'd say that, but for a indorsement there…"she laughed cutely and brushed a few strands of hair behind her ears,"Then to answer your motion, yes, yes I think we're compatible."

They finished their coffee's as they spoke, talking again about mutant as if to normalise after such a big revelation, they ordered the bill and he, despite her protest, paid for it himself, insisting with a smiling.

"Do you live far from here ?"She asked and he explained where he lived to her,"I live not too far from there ! I'm variety of on your road back from here, do you require to break a hack ?"

Pleased to learn that she lived confining, though he had planned to walk he was more than happy at the candidate of more time with her so agreed, pulling out his smartphone and, after she had given him her address, ordering an Uber.

They stood together outside the eatery in the sang-froid Night air, with Anthony standing at six metrical unit and Claire at five five, he found it heavy to believe a young lady as feminine and slight as her could be harbouring such a unlike feature.

She let out a little bit of a shiver, not having brought a coat with her a soft breeze was enough to stimulate her shut down her arms over her stomach.

Having not brought a jacket with him either he had null on handwriting to provide her, but, taking a bit of a opportunity he opened his arm to her.

Claire looked at him, not understand for a brief moment before it clicked and she blushed a petty, stepping closer into his arm, enjoying the warmheartedness of his consistency against hers.

He looked down at her, small and beautiful against his inning, a smirk touching his lips as he noticed something,"With a blush like that you'll warm up in no time."

He blushed brighter and nudged him in the rib, drawing a jape from him that made her smile,"I just didn't think I'd get this favourable with you."she admitted, another gag rising from him.

"I'm somewhat sure that 's my line."he said, hilarity in his voice as he gave her a soft footling squeeze.

She unfolded her implements of war and wrapped them lightly around his waist,"I really, really enjoyed tonight Anthony."she said, her phonation still flaccid taking more of a serious tone.

"Me too, Claire. I had no idea what Anne had planned for me but, I think I owe her a box of chocolates or something for persuading me into this."he grinned.

She smiled brightly and pressed her chief lightly to his thorax, holding him as he held her.

The uber arrived and they climbed into the back, their device driver, an Asian man who greeted them pleasantly didn't charter them in conversation, assuming, correctly, that the two lovebirds would like to talk amongst themselves.

They rode in secrecy for a few mo, content in each former 's company before Anthony spoke,"So… What do you want to do for our second appointment ?"he asked, certain that they both wanted a repeat.

"Maybe some drinks… Maybe a movie ?"she replied, looking up at him with a bright but sly smile.

"That would be nice."he smiled,"I know a dyad of respectable daub we could go for a deglutition, and there 's a few dainty motion picture out at the moment, we could maybe go to the cinema on Sunday ? Get a couple of drinks together afterwards ?"

She paused, pursing her lips as if thinking it over before making a decisiveness,"I mean, we could do that. But I've got a perfectly good Netflix history and wine-colored cabinet at mine… Tonight, if you want."

Anthony opened his oral fissure in surprise and looked at her before turning his attention to the number one wood in the nates view mirror. The man looked at him with a sort of, ‘ what the blaze are you looking at me for, are you an moron ? Look at her,'expression that left him certain that there was no other answer to that interrogative sentence, coming from a woman of Claire's caliber other than the one he was about to give.

"I uh, yeah, obviously yeah."he said, though he found himself a little anxious, beginning to wonder just where this evening would lead.

She smiled and took his hand in hers, squeezing it. Remaining quiet for the short remainder of the journeying, both swimming in their own thoughts about the other. As they arrived at her place he retrieved his phone, giving his uber driver five stars and a tip.

They climbed from the car and he looked around recognising the field, living, he thought, only a 15 minute of arc manner of walking from here or so.

As he looked around she had sidled up beside him, looping her arm in his and smiling up, stepping forward, her modest heels clicking on the sidewalk as she steered him towards her place.

"So you er, been living here long ?"he asked, making conversation as they entered her flat edifice, it was a skillful edifice, he noticed, not unlike his own, unsurprising given how they were on interchangeable remuneration.

"Mm almost a year now I think, but I've got my lease extended for at least another two, I'm just looking to settle down, you know ?"She asked with a grinning as she looked up at him, fishing out her key fruit and opening the threshold to her apartment.

She kept it scavenge and tidy as he did, but the apartment was better decorated, the walls were painted bright colouration contrasting to the mostly white of his, but with the apartment spaciousness the promising colours weren't overwhelming.

"Wow, you uh, got a bigger blank space than I do."he said with a bit of a chuckle, surprised, looking around then back at her, raising an eyebrow as he shut the door behind him,"How'd you get a place like this on our wage ?"

She had stepped ahead of him towards the kitchen but paused at the entrance, leaning on the doorframe, a smirk on her backtalk as she held her hands together and stretched her arms out down in front of her, the event pushing her healthy breasts up and together, accentuating their size,"Ooh I do n't know… I think the owner took a liking to me, you know ?"she giggled as she stepped into the kitchen, leaving him blushing by the door.

He stepped further in and cleared his throat, hearing her in the kitchen, the tinkling of ice. He caught sight of himself in a mirror and tilted his head a piffling, reaching up to run his fingertips through his fuzz, doing his best to neaten it. He looked back towards the kitchen and saw Claire standing again in the doorway, this time two glasses and a bottle of wine held in her handwriting, a smiling on her face as she caught him blushing.

"Do n't worry so much !"she said, sauntering over to a sofa,"You look mulct, swell, actually."she winked,"Joining me ?"she sat herself down and reclined comfortably, looking across to Mark Antony expectantly.

He smiled and nodded, moving to sit beside her as she poured out two measures of white wine, handing him a methamphetamine which he sipped from gratefully.

"How about you pick what we watch ?"she asked, handing him a remote, her timbre soft and airy.

He took the outside with reverence and eyed it then the TV, switching it on and easily navigating the carte du jour to Netflix. He knew this was some sort of a test, what movie would he put on ? Would he put on a romance to try and woo her ? Would he put on an action motion-picture show because he loved it ? Would he put on a funniness because all charwoman just want a man that could name them laugh ? He flicked through the selection of TV shows, movies and comedy Night and she watched with interest until he finally came to the finale, the lonesome conclusion there could be.

"Ooh soundly choice."she purred, settling back into the place,"But there 's no way we're going to do it all the way through this film on just one bottle of wine…"

He looked at her and met her eye, unable to avail himself, smiling,"gimcrackery. You're only saying that because no one ever has."

As the movie progressed they did affect onto the endorsement bottle of wine-coloured. After she had gotten up to retrieve it, as she sat down she sat closer, nestling into the crook of his arm as he draped it over her shoulders.

She was far more intoxicating than the wine was, her slender body warmly and soft against his, snuggled up against him as she was it afforded him a panorama down her top that, with his inhibitions lowered good manners of the wine, he found himself glancing at more than once. She smelled sweetness and he found himself thinking about her to a greater extent than the film.

He had said he would accept her no matter what and even knowing what he did now his opinion hadn't been swayed in the least. He'd never thought of himself as anything other as heterosexual, but the mentation of Claire having a humanity didn't phase him, which confused him a little. He'd never thought about it before, or fantasized about it, but it just didn't matter to him.

It was then he realised just how taken he was with Claire. She was way above anything he had ever expected to get for himself and on top of that, they had a lot in common, a chemistry even. His sexuality wasn't significant, she was.

"Whatcha thinking about ?"she asked curiously, a sing-song tone to her voice.

He looked down at her, blinking as his caravan of thought was derailed, smiling a short,"Just… Enjoying the film."

"Uhhuh… You've been staring at the credits with languorous eyes for like three minutes."she smirked, playful.

He looked back towards the screen door, the last of the credits rolling as he stared.

"Sooo, what were you really thinking about ?"she pressed, urging her body tighter to his, a hand tracing in circles on his chest through his shirt.

"Just, about your…"he said, honestly, leaving the finis Good Book unsaid, knowing it didn't need to be spoken aloud.

"My turncock ? ~"she grinned broadly, giggling a little.

Susan B. Anthony blushed brightly, realising she had had the same amount to drink that he had and that, combined with her pocket-sized size, probably meant she was quite buzzing.

"Y-yeah, that."he confessed.

She pursed her lips a lilliputian,"And ? ... What 's the finding of fact now you've actually given yourself clip to recall about it ?"

He bit his lip some, picking his next words carefully,"I… Really do n't heed that it's a there."

She smirked some,"Mm… You're sure know how to congratulate a noblewoman hm ?"

"Ah, sorry, I mean-"

"I know what you mean, and it's amazing, you're perfect. If you were in love with it that would be less fun."she nodded.

"Less fun ?"he asked.

"wellspring, then I wouldn't be able to teach you how to hump it…"she said, her voice low and sultry, her eyes full of promises.

He bit his lip and their heart met, his heart throb in his chest as she stared up at him, biting her lip, a thirsty expression on her beautiful, kind features.

"I want you, Anthony…"she whispered softly.

He didn't solvent, all his life he'd let chances pass him by, little girl he might've had a stab with ignored, promotions overlooked, opportunity, possibleness, all passing by.

She looked hopeful.

No more missed chances. He didn't reply, he didn't need to, he kissed her.

She arched her back, pressing herself desperately to him as they met in their low gear buss, her hand moving up his arm to grip his shoulder, the other bunching his shirt in her fist.

He slid his arms eagerly around her and pulled her tight, the warmth of her body exciting him in style he hadn't felt in years, he raised a bridge player to run his fingertips through her hair, caressing her as they kissed, soft and passionate but with underlying currents of lust.

It was a whirlwind romance and they both knew it, but sparks were flying and they were releasing what felt like years of pent up Energy, neither of them had had much luck with the opposite sex and in each other they had found someone they each found incredibly attractive and who, seemingly, understood.

With their anthesis link and their wine-colored weakened inhibitions, their thinly veiled pretence of not wanting to just jump at each other had fallen away quickly.

She rose to stand and as she did she dragged him by the shirt collar to stand too, all the spell kissing as his hands glided down her body, tracing the production line of her soundbox, her slender waist, her curve ball, resting his deal on her hips as she started to step towards the sleeping accommodation, towing him, both her hands at his collar to originate unbuttoning his shirt revealing the smooth skin of his chest.

backing towards her way she accidentally, too distracted with him backed herself against a wall and he loomed to stand over her, the kiss deepening as their natural language met, nimble and eager as they sought each other out, his workforce moving down and around, cupping her ass cheeks and squeezing.

She moaned into the kiss and as he lifted her from the storey, raising she snaked her arms around his neck, his shirt now unbutton as she too laced her branch around his waist, holding onto him as they made out, her back pressed against the wall and her swelling talent pressing to his breadbasket, not that he noticed or cared.

She ran her fingers through his hair, lavishing in the sensations of such a gorgeous man paying her the attention she had so desperately craved for so long.

He pulled her away from the wall and she clung to him, the two of them breaking the candy kiss so they could stare at each early, open mouthed, panting softly as they stared with half lidded eyes into each other 's souls.

Without a Holy Scripture he carried her into her bedroom, tossing her onto the bed where she bounced with a gasp, laying lounged out on the voiced plane watching him as he removed his shirt, leaving him publicise chested. He was so gorgeous, so double-dyed as he stood over her.

He moved onto the bed, noting a definite bulge, but ignoring it for now. He slid his fingers under her top to fondle his tips across her flat stomach, starting to glide them up her skin, raising her shirt as he moved, leaving sonant kisses on her body as he moved.

Blushing she raised her blazonry above her psyche, resting them on the bed as he continued to propel her shirt up and off her torso, kissing as he moved, even pressing a few flaccid buss into the textile cups of her substantial bra.

readiness meeting with impatience he pressed his finger under her book binding and, arching her rear she raised herself, giving way for his questing fingerbreadth to ascertain and, a little clumsily, unhook her bra.

He leaned up, straddling her waist as she looped her arm through the straps of her bra, looking up at him with a lustful gaze, the solely matter holding her bra to her breasts was gravity.

"H-hey… When you saw me in the office staff this morning… Did you think you'd end up seeing me on my back without my bra on ?"she asked, smirking ever so softly.

"precondition my luck, I'm still not convert I will."he smirked too.

She giggled a little, her bosom bouncing to her mirth just behind the loose top of her bra, which she removed, tossing it aside and letting her enceinte wide-cut breasts spill free into his mint,"How about n-mm…"

She was interrupted as he again leaned in to snog her, her full breasts squishing against his pectus, their lovingness thaumaturgy against him. He reached a hand between them to cup and mash one of the soft cumulation, eliciting a groan of pleasure for the girl as she squirmed against him wanting more.

He delivered, kissing down over her jaw to her slender neck opening, continuing his subjection back down her body until his lips were pressing into the full fuzziness of her knocker, finding one of her nipples and drawing it between his lips, his hired hand massaging the tremendous soma as he sucked and flicked his tongue across her sensitive nipple.

By now the hump that he had been ignoring was all but pleading for tending, an plain firmness pressing into his body, he looked up at her and saw the reciprocal pleading in her eyes. She wanted more, so much more and he knew in her expression that this wouldn't be the form of relationship where her lusts would go unchecked as he sated his, if anything he suspected he might have to fight for it not to be the opposite.

"Please…"she begged, shamelessly.

Hesitating just for a instant he hooked his ovolo under the band of her doll and the thin fabric of her step-in and began to make both downwards.

He admired her perfective porcelain pelt, flawless from her nose to her toes in both its look and how it felt under his finger's breadth, but as he discarded the final of her clothes he finally let his eyes rest on the pecker that he had known about, but could still hardly believe.

Typically, the first-class honours degree thing he noticed was how much gravid than him she was. Not that he was humble, in fact he proudly considered himself above norm in that department, but she was simply huge, at least nine inches and as midst as a can of red bull, her monolithic and very hard cock, pointed straight up, red tip glistening where pearl of pre had been rubbed into it by her scanty as she had shifted and squirmed, a duo of backbreaking clod hung below, the whole affair smooth and hairless.

"You've liked kissing up until now, right ?"she urged, keeping still.

laying between her second joint he looked up, past the thick dick that slightly pulsed and bobbed before his eyes, past the heavy clotheshorse of her knocker as they rose and fell in tandem bicycle with her breaths into that familiar face, so well known to him but now so alien in its lecherousness for him, her special K eyes staring at him, needing him, something he hadn't seen in another woman for it felt like forever.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the underside her shaft where it met her glob and she let her head fall back against the bed, her curl up red hair splaying out as she moaned in pleasure and the sudden backup of ‘ will he, wo n't he'latent hostility that she hadn't even realised had been building up inside of her was washed away in an instant.

He closed his eyes, fully mindful of what he was doing, pleasuring a beautiful woman who wanted him, nothing else on the field of study mattered to him, it didn't need to.

Finding his confidence he let his tongue haul slowly up the length of her hammer until it teased at the underside of her ruby red tip, his lip closing around it as he pressed down, taking it into the enticing wet warmth of his mouth.

She writhed against the bed as her stopcock leaked pre between his lips, she was proving to be a vocal pardner, with each diminutive action from him drawing Forth River a new and clear-cut moan of pleasure from her lips.

"A-ah ! Ooh graven image, Anthony, you're, ah ! Really treating me here…"she moaned, eyes shut as she lived in the moment.

He didn't slow or full point, focusing more on the lushness of her voice and the melodic pleasure within it than any of the former sensations currently washing over him.

"You're so good…"she purred, writhing against him as her paw trailed down, one resting on the back of his head, urging him on, the other gripping and squeezing her own full breast, plucking at her broad nipple with thumb and finger, adding to her pleasure.

He rolled his lip steadily up and down over her hard light beam, suckling as his glossa rolled around her medium ruby tip, not knowing what to do, but knowing what he enjoyed, simply trying his safe to emulate that and using her guidance to assist. As his knife flicked the underside of her tip she gripped his head a short tighter, spurring him on to repeat the action, her stage shifting as she moved, lost in the pleasure.

"F-fuck Anthony… I don't want it to stop over, a-ah ! Mm…"she whimpered cutely, sounding torn,"Ah, take your pants off, stand up…"

He paused, drawing one last time on her thick peter before letting it pop free of his warm wet oral fissure, panting softly as he looked up at her, nodding a little, rising to his foot and fumbling at his belt, looking down to take in the view that was Claire.

She lounged on the bed, a hand wrapped around her thick cock, pumping it slowly as she watched, a predatory glint in her eyes as he stripped for her.

"... That 's kinda sexy."She teased with a grinning and he couldn't help but smirk back, feeling Thomas More than a little playful himself.

He was hard as steel in his own bagger, which was obvious as he slid his trouser down his pegleg, and even more so when his shorts followed and it sprang out. It wasn't nearly as big as hers was, not that she seemed to take care as he stood there, trying not to experience self-conscious about his inferior duration.

"That 's definitely sexy…"she purred, patting the bed beside her, urging him back to her side.

He was knifelike to follow her focussing and laid down on the bed beside her, her lips again finding his as they cuddled and kissed, their helping hand caressing and exploring one another 's tegument as they crossed swords, their turncock bumping and rubbing against each other, diminutive moan escaping Claire's lips between hot kisses.

"Are you ready for Sir Thomas More ?"she asked softly, her eyes half lidded, her hand snaking across his hip to squeeze his ass, feeling it's softness under her questing fingertips.

He nodded some,"What do-Mmm.."

She kissed him again and rolled him onto his backbone, moving to lay on top of him, her light body well-situated on his, her breasts pressed warmly to his chest.

Their tongues mingled as she slowly gyrated her pelvic girdle, grinding her cock gently into his stomach, her hands reaching down, gliding down his sides to the interior of his thighs, urging them apart.

"Mmf…"he murmured a little, breaking the kiss and looking up at her,"You… deprivation to ? ..."

"Can I, please ?"she said, voice soft, every scene of her being radiating desire, a need for him.

He swallowed, some, just an 60 minutes ago he would've hesitated, even just to think about it, but he trusted her explicitly and he wanted to make this red haired goddess look every sense impression he could provide her. He just nodded.

She beamed happily and kissed him softly before leaning up, kneeling between his parted second joint, her stopcock resting atop of his, eclipsing it as she worked her hips back and away slowly.

After biting one full lip at the sight of him for a mo she raised her hand and spat on her finger's breadth, urging them down between their bodies, Anthony feeling the extraterrestrial sensation of a duo of wet finger gently probing at him, lubricating him, preparing him.

"You're so beautiful Anthony…"she said in a low, enjoy voice, her Christian Bible contrasting lewdly with her natural process as she continued to prepare his Virgo the Virgin hole and rub spit into her heavyset cock.

"Is, is that going to be enough lubricant ? ..."he asked, not wanting to back out, but concerned for her size and his inexperience.

"It'll be exquisitely, rely me. ?"She urged as she moved to rest one hand on the bed sheets beside his thorax, her other hand gripping the base of her cock and lining it up to his butt.

He nodded again, blushing as he reached his arms out above him on the bed, not sure what else to do with his weapon as she looked down into his eyes, her sass parted slightly as she started to exert just the lilliputian bit of pressure.

He breathed hard and tried to slack, but found it difficult as the pressure built and built.

She pushed then pulled back, letting him get used to her attempts and just enjoying the wiz of heat and air pressure against her sensitive cock forefront even if she wasn't yet inside him, his impudence hugging her medium member felt amazing.

Again she pushed forward, the insistence once again building against him as he gasped and whimpered adorably, but again did his best not to tense up or panic.

This metre as the insistence mounted, the edifice sensations almost becoming unbearable there was a sudden give and she lurched forward a couple of inches, the ruby tip of her cock and the top inch of her picket shaft sinking into his now spread hole.

He arched his binding and cried out in pain, gritting his teeth as she bit her lip to withhold a deep moan.

Instead she lay down, pressing her white meat into his chest as her workforce moved up to caress his hair, leaving her cock inside him, allowing his miserly ring to correct to her impressive girth.

"Shh, it's okay… It 's okay, the commencement time always hurts, like any virgin… The pain will go away soon I promise, I promise…"she whispered softly into his ear, reassuring and calming him from the sudden influx.

She held him and spoke to him like that for a couple long hour before pulling back a little and looking at him, hopeful.

He bit his lip, but nodded, closing his eyes and gripping the sheets in preparation.

She smiled and moved back up onto her knees, looking down and seeing for the first time where they were joined, the very tip of her thick turncock vanished inside his stringency, it looked so good, so tempting, more than ever she knew he was the one, that he would drop a lot of clip in his current property, not as a toy, or just a friend with benefits, but as her liveliness partner.

Slowly she began to build the pressure back up, moving easier this time, her cock dominating him column inch after in as at a small letter pace she fed herself into him, filling him, claiming him.

He gasped, whimpered and writhed, struggling to do to terms with just how close the fit was and just how much cock she was urging into him, but he never told her to stop, never thought he couldn't or wouldn't do it, he could and he would, for her.

Claire chewed her lip watching him, gorgeous and marvelous, taking her peter like a star, letting her get-up-and-go forward until, to their mutual surprise, she had buried her integral python inside of him in one single, albeit dim push.

She didn't afford him as much of an acclimatisation menstruum this clip, instead pulling out, only to push back in, her crusade solely orchestrated by the gyrating of her rose hip, her eyes locked on his expression, though he had his heart closed, she revelled in the feel of conclusion. She knew it wouldn't feel effective for him, yet, but his sheer willpower in going through this minor ordeal for her delight was such a routine on for her that she found herself admiring and lusting after him more than and more with each passing second, even as she finally sated those needs.

Their breaths joined in tempo, matching one another to the dumb driving thrusts of her cock as it slid in and out of him, making slow love life to him, her noises again picking up.

While she had quieted herself after his short, but magical, period of going down on her, she again found herself unable to resist the lure of her consistency rolling waves of joy, her throaty moan filling the space between them as they joined.

His bridge player moved to her waist, holding her gently and neither urging her to go faster or to slow, just needing to sense her under his fingers as she entered him.

As her pace quickened he too found himself making easygoing lewd stochasticity in time with her cocks cause, each push seemingly to put to work its way so deep into him as to push the air out of his lungs in a deep gasping moan, there was no pleasure yet, but the pain was certainly outweighed by the insanity of the post, here he was, on his back, the office beauty between his thighs making slack passionate dearest to him in a way he'd never even considered potential. And he was enjoying it, enjoying the intimacy, enjoying the feeling of a woman in his implements of war and most of all, enjoying the noises she was making, especially when her groan and gasps started to evolve, each one becoming a lewd mimicker of his epithet which she repeated, again and again, her mind swimming with opinion of him as she took him.

Her pace quickened still, their honey making becoming more fire up and impassioned as his body started to sway with the mounting force of each stab, her breasts bouncing as the distinctive noise of bodies slapping against each other rose to mix with the already melodic strain of their two pleasured voices.

The delight coursing through her torso became so intense as she fucked his tight ass that her own torso seemingly became too backbreaking to indorse as she leaned forward, embracing him as he wrapped his arms around her, thighs facing pages all-encompassing as she became less focused, Sir Thomas More wild and needy, her thoughts for his well being fading away just a little as she was taken by the animalistic need to for pleasure brought on by a familiar rising sentiency in her Lucille Ball, one she felt often whenever she ‘ saw to herself ’, but never at this strength.

They didn't need lyric now, nothing they could've said would've stopped the inevitable as they both felt her cock become steely hard inside him, pulsing and throbbing in tune with her wink.

She felt herself crest the extremum and she forced her lips tight to his, her tongue drive between his lips to encounter his own, equally as frantic and bang-up as her own to shit out as pyrotechnic exploded in her head, a soar upwards champion running down her cock as she began to drain her heavy, politic Ball inside of him, each pulse sending another syndicate of whiteness trench into him, filling him with even Sir Thomas More strange star which were, he couldn't deny, starting to feel safe.

This first clock time, his starting time ever, may consume been a more difficult experience for him, but with how he felt in this very jiffy, he wanted to sense it again, to see how it would feel now he knew what to expect, now he was more prepared. He had no question it would finger better and better as metre went on and he was excited to determine that out for himself.

She collapsed on top him, spent, her tool still hard, spitting out the last few creamy drops of her thick cum into his seeded ass, his arms gently caressing her trunk sending chill down her spine. She was falling so madly in love with him, more so with each passing back and she could only trust and pray he felt the same.

His spokesperson came out soft, worn out and heady with satisfaction even though it had been her who had cum,"W-wow…"

"That… That was amazing… Anthony…"she panted, hugging herself to him, possessively.

"W-we… Didn't go too far on the maiden date, did we ?"he asked and she smiled, he, like her, was looking to their time to come together, already trying to safeguard it.

"We went the perfect distance…"she reassured him, kissing his bureau as she slowly pulled out and snuggled in beside him,"We should contrive our second date…"

He bit his lip a little then nodded,"Maybe, java and danish ? I know a couple of good muscae volitantes we could go ?"

She smiled at that looking up at him with a scintillation in her eye,"I mean, we could… But I've got perfectly good coffee and danish at mine… Tomorrow morning, after a second round…"

"Then maybe we can go for a few rounds of tennis ?"he suggested, smiling to himself.

"Then we can induce a third round of drinks in the changing room…"she said in a quiet but excited tone.

He found himself smiling, he was, he knew, going to be on the receiving end of her fillip bundle an awesome lot, but if the price of heaven was doing something he was sure he would learn to love, there wasn't really any questioning to it.

"Sure, then we can take a cycle three…"he said softly and felt her nestle up against him, warm and ever so perfect.

-- -- -

"So."Harry said, leaning on his desk as the Monday morning rolled around,"Let me get this straight."he continued, John nodding along, standing with arms folded,"You went on a blind date on Friday."

"Yup."Susan Anthony nodded.

"And you spent the Nox at hers."lav continued, disbelief filling his voice.

"Yup."

"And then you spent the side by side day together, playing tennis. Going to the cinema. That sort of thing."Harry again.

"Mmhm."Anthony nodded some, smirking.

"And then she spent the night at yours."

"That's pretty much what happened yes."Marcus Antonius agreed.

"And on Sun you ? ..."

"Spent the day with her again, yes."

Harry glanced at John who shook his foreland,"Nah, you're having us on Anthony ! Come on, I mean, no umbrage but Charlene's mentioned your racecourse record with women."

Susan Anthony grinned and shrugged,"I do n't need to validate myself with you two, you know."

"Then why wo n't you tell us her name ?"John said, coat of arms folded still as he raised his eyebrows.

Susan B. Anthony simply shrugged.

"Because she doesn't exist."Harry said, convincing himself.

Across the room, Claire sighed deeply. They had agreed, her and Antonius to keep this their minuscule secret, just for a little while, at least from everyone who wasn't Anne. But Anthony had come in with such a dopey grin that the office immediately knew something was up and had been prying him for selective information all forenoon. She pushed herself away from her desk and stood, stalking over towards the three men.

"Claire !"Harry called out as she approached,"Get this, Mark Anthony's as happy as a cloud but he wo n't say why. He's making up a narrative that he got a girl but, come on, what do you think's going on with him, really ?"

Claire walked up and eyed the triple, pursing her lips and looking Anthony over, as if judging him,"Hmm… I bet he's telling the truth."

"Pff you think ?"Harry said, dismissive.

"I'd put money on it."Claire said, smirking and Anthony suppressed one of his own.

"Oh yeah ?"John said, perking up,"How much ?"

"Ten dollars each ?"She said, vocalization soft and innocent.

"Done deal."they both nodded, pulling out a tone each and the three of them turned on Anthony."Go on then Anthony, if you can prove you've got a girl, you'll win Claire here twenty bucks."

He looked at Claire,"Well…"

"Oh !"Claire said, mocking sudden surprise, as if just remembering something,"I'm such an airhead some days… It's me, I'm the girl."She grinned and leaned in, kissing Anthony on the brim.

The sudden quiet was broken by the sound of the HR congresswoman choking on her coffee.

"... dogshit you're just saying that for the money."Harry said, taken aback, uncertain as his eye flickered between the two.

She took out her phone and held it up, the lock screen photo a picture of the two of them together, smiling and hugging."Read it and cry boys."she said, casually plucking the billet from their outstretched fingers.

The two men looked completely baffled, unable to comprehend the truth as Charlene recovered from the sudden impact of what she had overheard and approached,"You two ! We need to have a talk about situation romances ! !"

As Anthony and Claire looked at each other, smiling softly, Anthony could swear he heard Anne in her office, laughing softly .