Anthony awoke to a piercing buzzing melodic line, a skillful enough air, but one he had come to contemn shortly after he had made the mistake of making it his alarum. The culprit, his hurt phone, was plugged in on the nightstand beside him and was in the process of making him gleefully aware that it was a new day, another twenty-four hour catamenia not dissimilar to the final one. A routine work day.

He sighed and reached out with a weary, sleep-leaden arm, feeling across the surface of his nightstand until his digit traced the cool legato surface of his phone and, using the charging cable to identify which way the phone was facing, he swept right on the screen door, silencing the alarm.

He let out a soft suspiration and let the affectionateness of his mattress and quilts once more take him, as he always did for the glorious length of the forty winks button, contentedness and comfortable.

Five second later Anthony awoke to the piercing, buzzing strain of his alarm.

Muttering a curse word under his breath, the same as always, he sighed and opened his eye, squinting against the light that pushed through his curtains to illume his sleeping accommodation. This time, however, instead of setting his headphone to snooze he sat up on his elbows, scooping up his speech sound and unplugging the courser, letting the cable television service lazily diminish to the floor as he switched off the alarm and checked his telling. A few social media spur and a selection of intelligence stories dotted his silver screen and he swiped them away, not yet in the frame of humor to care about either.

He set the speech sound down and sway his leg out of bed, stretching his limb out and yawning as he stood and stepped forward into the coolness of his apartment, making his way, bare feet padding on the carpet, towards the bathroom.

He entered the tiled way and switched the twinkle on, noting the neanderthal in the mirror who looked back at him, the physique slumped and tired, his face unshaven, his dark hair messy and unkempt, a dyad of non-white squinting eyes peering back, the hunched form wearing nothing but a brace of light Zane Grey boxer shorts.

Every morning he fought that paradigm in the mirror, fighting to bring it under control, a routine fight with an inevitable outcome.

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

He buzzed away the previous day 's growth, leaving his cheeks, jaw and cervix smooth. He noted subconsciously that he was probably only a week away from needing a haircut to maintain his short circuit professional style, but that was future Marcus Antonius's problem.

After finishing his shave he was already starting to count better. He followed it up by brushing his teeth and while this made no advancement on his looking, the cool mint on his gustatory sensation buds helped to rouse him from the depths of sleep.

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

He tilted his foreland back, letting the water system pour down over his hair, smoothing it and letting it continue in horny fiddling rivulet down the skin of his fit body. Relaxing even as the sensations lured him for the vestiges of sleep.

After languishing in the gratifying heating plant for a few long minute he lathered himself with scoop and washed out his tomentum with shampoo, letting the hot stream of water wash the suds from his dead body before, a short regretfully, he switched the shower off, wiping the excess water from his skin before stepping from the social unit onto a plush shower bath mat, feeling the soft warmth of it under his feet as he went about toweling himself off.

Dry, he caught stack of himself in the mirror, he loosely combed his fingertips through the short shadow hair, parting it and settling it in his favorite fashion. He smiled to himself, breathing in to accentuate his figure, lean and athletic. He attended the gym occasionally, but he had to admit the principal cause for his figure was a godly metabolism for which he was eternally grateful.

After giving himself one finis look over he was somewhat pleased to affirm that the bathroom was down one shambling neanderthal and up one fat penis of society.

Despite being the lone one in his flat he modestly wrapped the towel around his shank, collecting his discarded boxers before he made his way back to his bedroom. He turned the radiocommunication on on his phone after checking the time and finding out, a pleasant surprisal, that it was Friday and, with the dampness towel still clinging to his dead body began to neatly layout his cause for the day ; Elwyn Brooks White boxers, inkiness pants, black shoes, T. H. White shirt, smutty belt, red striped tie.

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

He finally set aside the towel as he started to cut back, folding it over a radiator before pulling on his briefs and listening to the daily news bulletin. The news these Clarence Shepard Day Jr. was predictable, always the same, always outrage, tragedy, wars. It came to something, he thought, when the tidings was as quotidian as his life.

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

After he was finished he gave himself one end flavor over in the mirror, looking for any plication or blemishes, any mistakes or missed push button. Satisfied, he silenced his phone and slid it along with his wallet and keys in their assign air pocket and made his way out of his apartment into the frigidity brisk air of the world, beginning the daily commute.

The commute was recollective than he would care, but not particularly arduous, the subway system running at unconstipated time interval and, thankfully, never so tightly packed that he was squished in next to other mass. He also had the skilful circumstances of passing by a coffee stall which made the sunrise endurable. A man should never dispute the value of a kiosk which sells truly well coffee, in which, if he could, he partook more than once a day.

Anthony didn't like to guess he was addicted to the sweetener of coffee, he merely required it to go. Like air, and multitude weren't addicted to that, he would often grounds 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 elevators and during the ride up took the first sip of his freshly bribe coffee, letting out a pleasant suspiration.

Susan Brownell Anthony worked in the wonderfully fascinate world of finance and while the work was challenging it was never particularly new or interesting. Despite that, he did the piece of work and did it well. There was no dispute that he was a valuable member of the workforce and, it was generally believed, could've been a team leader or junior manager by now. However as opportunities and spots to move gamy came and went, Anthony stayed where he was, never quite believing himself good enough to maltreat up in the world, once more contented.

He stepped from the lift on his story and navigated the workspace towards his desk. He wasn't the maiden in but was always one of them. The IT guy was already in, an older manakin, one who had been working with PC's since way back before the cyberspace who was working on a fellow worker's automobile which had probably been reported as broken the dark before, likely fixing it before its drug user arrived that dayspring, a good guy by all invoice. So too, he noticed was Charlene, a curvy shadow skinned char in her late twenties or early thirty, an attractive woman with a simply incredible bust who has the misfortune of representing HR. There were four others of his team already in, the two newbies, St. John and Harry, both goodness men, Claire, a full-bosomed redhead who was so far out of his league that, despite working on the same team as him, he was certainly she didn't know he existed and Lucy, a raven haired short-circuit 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 thwarted, 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 down, switching his PC on. He watched, with satisfaction as he logged in to his background 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 quotidian fashion, the remainder of the office showed up, everyone got on with their study, people talked, an acceptable floor of predictable banter and gossip was had. Anthony partook in it a niggling, but mainly he focused on his work.

He was a lilliputian surprised when Anne, his line manager came by his desk. While Anne made an effort to mingle with the team, periodically moving around to hold in on everyone, Anthony had noticed she did so to a set schedule, likely following command prompt in her study calendar. As she approached him he glanced at the clock at the corner of his window. She wasn't due to jibe on him for another hour and a half, just before the end of the day.

"Can I have a word with you in my office for a minute, Anthony ?"she asked, voice friendly and lenify, though the lyric sent a pang of anxiety through him that catapulted his mind into overdrive. Had he made a mistake ? Was he in bother ?

"Of trend, now ?"he asked, returning her smile, though it was a little forced.

"If you can, please."

He glanced back at his desktop, thinker rattling for some excuse as to why he would take in to expect ten, or even just five minutes so he could find out what he had done wrong and machinate some variety of natural process plan to fix it, but null immediately presented itself and he was, by all chronicle, an honest man.

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

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

That was good news at least, if he was going to be fired Charlene would know.

He stepped into Anne's office, entering behind her. It was small, but the privacy it offered made it comparatively voluptuary. He politely shut the room access behind him and, as she moved behind her desk, he himself made to sit, knowing if he didn't she would separate him to anyway.

Anne was a married woman, in her tardily 40 with, from how often she spoke of them, he assumed as many children, and she liked to consider of herself as having a motherly comportment in the post. She had berm length mouse-colored brown hair that, gossip insisted, was dyed, though he didn't much care. Their kinship had been purely professional over the four class since he had started here. They had talked and socialised at the infrequent out of workplace mandatory gathering, but it had never progressed beyond that.

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

Bad sign.

"Oh ?"he said, trying to fathom relaxed, though he had to baulk the impulse to twist in his seat.

"I've been your director since the day you joined us here and I'm happy to say you've been an exemplary member of the team…"she continued, causing him no sum of confusion. Bad news rarely followed the intelligence exemplary, but he stayed silent, letting her go on, her voice tentative, as if testing the waters,"staff have come and gone, my teams expanded, we've received praise, bonus, all good news program and a lot of it can be, in one way or another accredited to you."

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

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

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

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

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

He hesitated, staying silent.

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

He remained tacit. He couldn't fault her and she knew it.

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

"You're a good somebody, Mark Antony. A not bad prole, prissy and kind, but you don't have any drive, any ambition."she said, bluntly.

He frowned a little, though again, he couldn't and wouldn't take issue with that, it was just never dainty to be confronted with a personal fault.

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

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

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

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

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

She opened her mouth to speak, 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 have said a thousand words because she was prompt to add,"And I would consider it a personal party favour if you would go ahead with it."

He stared at her, mouth opening and shutdown a few sentence as he processed that,"... A appointment. With a woman."

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

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

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

"That Italian station we went to ?"he asked, knowing it. It was closer to where he lived than it was to the function, though not by lots, his team had gone there the Dec 25 past tense for a meal.

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

He opened his backtalk to speak, to protest, but he stopped. This was a very personal matter, but one that, if he refused, could impact his working family relationship with his managing director, a precarious position.

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

He sat there for a few moments, staring at his screen before Charlene approached, apparently registering a pretty shadowed expression on his facial expression."Is everything OK ?"she asked, clearly seeking tittle-tattle 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 flaw, was well intentioned, trying to do him a party favour and while it would cost him his eventide in the troupe of whoever she thought was suited for him, he wasn't going to be doing a good deal with his time anyway.

"Everythings fine, just a little apprehension up over some work."he said, sitting up a little straighter and adopting his smile.

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

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

The rest of the day proceeded by the Word, up to and including Anne's ‘ ad-lib'check on how he was getting on, right on docket he noted, and the day finally wound to a close.

Usually, he might have spent an extra hour or two at work, closing out projects so he wouldn't worry about them over the weekend, but for the first time in a long time, he had a date he had to train for.

During his commute base, coffee in mitt he tried to think about the sort of cleaning lady soul like Anne would try to set him up with, but he just didn't know her well enough to begin piecing together a picture. Would she be older, one of Anne's ally ? Would she be kinfolk ? A daughter or niece maybe ? Would she be quiet and reserved like Lucy, or something completely unlike ? He had no musical theme and before he knew it his view had carried him home.

Finding himself with about an hour and a half to toss off before he had to go out he spent some time picking out his outfit, the Same saucy casual getup, he realised once he was done, he had probably worn the death metre he had gone to Quel's with work.

After he had done that he did the only former thing he could guess of to do, he repeated his morning routine.

He shaved, washed, showered, dried and dressed, making himself as presentable as he could manage. He didn't hold high hopes for the date, in fact, it was practically a write-down, but he didn't see any reason not to at least show up looking his best.

Packing the essentials, earphone, notecase and identify into their assigned air pocket he once again left his apartment, opting to walk to try and keep on his emerging anxiousness in check 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 board and he ordered a methamphetamine of water system, checking his phone he noted that he was around five instant early, so he tried to relax, though his gaze kept flickering towards the door.

octet'o'clock came and went, so did five past, so did ten past times. He was starting to feel his anxiety turn into embarrassment, unsure how to feel about being stood up on a blind date, unsure of what he could say to Anne on Monday.

"Your mesa,"the waiter said, extending a paw towards his own.

He looked up and froze, backtalk half open.

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

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

First and foremost, she was just gorgeous. She had long red hairsbreadth that she had, he assumed, used curler on to hand it a wavy effect, her putting green centre were simply captivating and her body was so perfect as to be of mythical status. She was at the same time both slender and curvy, thin waisted but sporting a full bust, her legs recollective and her tegument luminosity and unblemished.

secondment but of no less impact on his prospect with her, he knew, was her name.

"Claire ?"he said, though he was not so grief-stricken of his marbles in his surprise that he neglected to stand, stepping around the table to draw in her chairman out for her.

"Hey Susan B. Anthony, I hope I'm not too of late ! prison term got away from me."she explained apologetically as she gratefully took her space, 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 good ! I was worried you'd already be gone."She giggled a trivial, smiling warmly as she tucked a lock of pilus behind one ear,"Work today was a nightmare wasn't it ?"

"Uh…"

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

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

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

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

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

"I er, no I just, you know. Thought you were a fiddling, you know."

"A little what ?"she asked, a smirk on her good lips.

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

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

She quickly lured him out of his shell, her bubbly bright personality and clamant conversation all but forcing him to enjoy himself, not that he needed forcing, just that he was trying to cipher 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 knockout and her skill at her job, he had expected, from her repute 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 variation, watching it day-to-day and keeping up with the news show, playing Thomas More than a few herself, including lawn tennis, which he too enjoyed on occasion after having played for his squad in college. Though that was a chief factor in her life she had a extensive motley of involvement outside of mutant, many of which they also shared, their love of films, their passion of music and, much to his surprise, a lack of luck with the opponent gender.

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

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

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

She giggled a little, her blush brightening,"Flatterer ... I'm not blind, or really that modest, I know why people look at me,"she glanced down at her own impressive bust,"and I know what they're looking at when they do. It's not that guy aren't interest in me, it's just that I do n't find 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 a great deal he'd enjoyed the evening so far, dubious of her words.

She let out a trivial sigh and eyed him with an verbal expression he couldn't read, her smiling gentle, maybe anxious, maybe apologetic. He couldn't read it, but he was familiar with it. He put on a soft little smile himself, as if to severalise her it was okay, that he was set up. It was a shame, really, he'd quite enjoyed the eventide, but he knew he shouldn't be surprised that no matter how nice a person he was, he would be far below what she would need really.

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

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

"waiting, you're seriously concerned in me ? You ?"

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

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

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

Anthony shrugged, his smile growing,"You're pretty pure, honestly."he said raising a blush to her cheek,"I'm sure whatever you think it is that sets you apart from other women it just makes you you and it won't change my ruling of you, which is pretty eminent right now."

"You're really, really dessert Susan B. Anthony, but maybe at least hear what it is before you commit to that idea."she said, warm, 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 severalize him to feel better about herself, he wouldn't layover her.

She nodded as if to herself to instil confidence as she picked up her chocolate and took a mystifying sip,"Anthony… I'm packing a little extra heat…"she said, voice soft.

He stared back at her, his brass a masquerade of everlasting incomprehension,"... Alright."was all he said, to cover up his obvious obliviousness.

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

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

"... Down… There…"she followed up to elucidate with a head of her finger.

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

She nodded a little,"It's why I've never had much luck with men."she said if only to fill the silence, though she knew it was obvious.

He looked at her as his mind turned over on itself, he didn't know women like her were a matter, they were rarefied in the humanity, but it was the number 1 he was hearing about it. She was his dream fille, but she had a, well, a humanness, if he understood her right.

He would make to have a word with Anne on Monday, ask her just what she thought his character was, because it seemed, if Claire was anything to go off of, Anne believed his eccentric was a beautiful, charming, intelligent, funny, fit, curvy women… His gear of persuasion derailed before it even reached the tip of her endowment. It didn't need to.

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

She brightened considerably, her pattern bubbly self returning at his word of honor, assuaging her fear that he might not make been the individual she hoped he was,"You mean that ?"she asked, voice high gear and excited.

He nodded in ratification, smiling at her, though he still had a few doubtfulness in his mind, half wondering just what he had gotten himself into, he was certain he had made the right on selection, she was his dream girl, he couldn't just let her slip through his finger's breadth for the sake of what was in her pants.

She bit her full gentle lip, squirming a niggling in her seat, clearly rapt,"I really hoped you'd say that, but for a secondment there…"she laughed cutely and brushed a few Strand of hair behind her ears,"Then to suffice your question, yes, yes I think we're compatible."

They finished their burnt umber's as they spoke, talking again about summercater as if to normalise after such a big revelation, they ordered the pecker and he, despite her dissent, paid for it himself, insisting with a smile.

"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 kind of on your route back from here, do you want to split a taxi ?"

Pleased to hear that she lived close, though he had planned to walk he was more than well-chosen at the prospect 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 eating house in the chill night air, with Anthony standing at six foot and Claire at five five, he found it hard to believe a miss as feminine and slight as her could be harbouring such a unlike feature.

She let out a little bit of a quiver, not having brought a pelage with her a pacify breeze was enough to make her bend her arms over her stomach.

Having not brought a jacket with him either he had zippo on paw to offer her, but, taking a bit of a chance he opened his arm to her.

Claire looked at him, not see for a brief moment before it clicked and she blushed a small, stepping closer into his arm, enjoying the warmth of his dead body against hers.

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

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

"I'm pretty sure that 's my line."he said, mirth in his voice as he gave her a easy little squeeze.

She unfolded her arms and wrapped them lightly around his waist,"I really, really enjoyed tonight Anthony."she said, her vox still soft 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 head lightly to his bureau, holding him as he held her.

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

They rode in silence for a few moments, depicted object in each other 's party before Mark Antony spoke,"So… What do you want to do for our indorse date ?"he asked, certain that they both wanted a repeat.

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

"That would be nice."he smiled,"I know a couple of good dapple we could go for a potable, and there 's a few nice picture show out at the second, we could maybe go to the film on Sunday ? Get a couple of drinks together afterwards ?"

She paused, pursing her lips as if thinking it over before making a decision,"I mean, we could do that. But I've got a perfectly right Netflix account and vino cabinet at mine… Tonight, if you want."

Anthony opened his mouth in surprise and looked at her before turning his aid to the device driver in the tail scene mirror. The man looked at him with a sorting of, ‘ what the hell are you looking at me for, are you an idiot ? Look at her,'expression that left him sealed that there was no former answer to that doubt, coming from a woman of Claire's bore former 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 eventide would lead.

She smiled and took his hired hand in hers, squeezing it. Remaining muted for the suddenly rest of the journey, both swimming in their own thoughts about the other. As they arrived at her station he retrieved his speech sound, giving his uber driver five stars and a tip.

They climbed from the car and he looked around recognising the area, living, he thought, only a fifteen second walk 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 pavement as she steered him towards her place.

"So you er, been living here long ?"he asked, making conversation as they entered her apartment building, it was a gracious building, he noticed, not unlike his own, unsurprising given how they were on similar salaries.

"Mm almost a class now I think, but I've got my letting extended for at least another two, I'm just looking to finalize down, you know ?"She asked with a smile as she looked up at him, fishing out her keys and opening the doorway to her apartment.

She kept it clean and jerk and tidy as he did, but the flat was better decorated, the walls were painted bright colours contrasting to the mostly gabardine of his, but with the apartments spaciousness the bright coloring weren't overwhelming.

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

She had stepped ahead of him towards the kitchen but paused at the entrance, leaning on the doorcase, a smirk on her brim as she held her hands together and stretched her arms out down in front of her, the effect pushing her sizable 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 glasses. He caught muckle of himself in a mirror and tilted his head teacher a piffling, reaching up to run his fingertips through his hair, doing his best to neaten it. He looked back towards the kitchen and saw Claire standing again in the doorway, this metre two specs and a bottle of wine-colored held in her hands, a smile on her face as she caught him blushing.

"Do n't interest so much !"she said, sauntering over to a couch,"You look fine, great, actually."she winked,"Joining me ?"she sat herself down and reclined comfortably, looking across to Anthony expectantly.

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

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

He took the remote control 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 kind of a test, what motion-picture show would he put on ? Would he put on a Latinian language to try and woo her ? Would he put on an action moving picture because he loved it ? Would he put on a comedy because all women just want a man that could make them laugh ? He flicked through the natural selection of TV display, motion picture and comedy nights and she watched with interest until he finally came to the finis, the only conclusion there could be.

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

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

As the movie progressed they did locomote onto the arcsecond bottleful of wine. After she had gotten up to recover 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 pick up than the wine was, her slender body warm and cushy against his, snuggled up against him as she was it afforded him a view down her top that, with his inhibitions lowered courtesy of the wine, he found himself glancing at Thomas More than once. She smelled dessert and he found himself thinking about her more than the film.

He had said he would go for 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 early as heterosexual, but the thought of Claire having a manhood 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 subject 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 important, she was.

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

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

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

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

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

"Just, about your…"he said, honestly, leaving the terminal Bible unsaid, knowing it didn't indigence to be spoken aloud.

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

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

"Y-yeah, that."he confessed.

She pursed her lips a small,"And ? ... What 's the verdict now you've actually given yourself time to think about it ?"

He bit his lip some, picking his next Word carefully,"I… Really do n't bear in mind that it's a there."

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

"Ah, sorry, I mean-"

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

"lupus erythematosus fun ?"he asked.

"fountainhead, then I wouldn't be able to instruct you how to sleep with it…"she said, her voice low and sultry, her oculus entire of promises.

He bit his lip and their middle met, his heart pounding in his chest as she stared up at him, biting her lip, a hungry manifestation on her beautiful, form features.

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

He didn't answer, all his lifetime he'd let chances pass him by, fille he might've had a pellet with ignored, promotions overlooked, opportunities, opening, all passing game by.

She looked hopeful.

No more lose 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 beginning kiss, her script moving up his arm to grip his shoulder, the other bunching his shirt in her fist.

He slid his subdivision eagerly around her and pulled her tight, the warmth of her body exciting him in ways he hadn't felt in years, he raised a hand to run his fingertips through her pilus, caressing her as they kissed, soft and passionate but with rudimentary flow of lust.

It was a whirlwind romance and they both knew it, but sparks were flying and they were releasing what felt alike years of pent up push, neither of them had had lots lot with the opposite sex and in each former they had found person they each found incredibly attractive and who, seemingly, understood.

With their blossoming connexion and their wine weakened prohibition, their thinly veiled pretending of not wanting to just leap at each other had fallen away quickly.

She rose to stand and as she did she dragged him by the shirt taking into custody to remain firm too, all the spell kissing as his paw glided down her body, tracing the note of her eubstance, her slender waist, her curvature, resting his hands on her coxa as she started to tread towards the chamber, towing him, both her hands at his leash to start unbuttoning his shirt revealing the liquid skin of his dresser.

Backing towards her room she accidentally, too distracted with him backed herself against a wall and he loomed to stand over her, the kiss deepening as their tongues met, nimble and eager as they sought each other out, his hired hand moving down and around, cupping her ass face and squeezing.

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

She ran her finger's breadth 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 kiss so they could gaze at each other, open mouthed, panting softly as they stared with one-half lidded middle into each other 's somebody.

Without a word he carried her into her sleeping accommodation, tossing her onto the bed where she bounced with a pant, laying lounged out on the piano sheets watching him as he removed his shirt, leaving him unfinished chested. He was so gorgeous, so perfect as he stood over her.

He moved onto the bed, noting a definite bulge, but ignoring it for now. He slid his finger's breadth under her top to caress his tips across her apartment tummy, starting to glide them up her skin, raising her shirt as he moved, leaving soft kisses on her body as he moved.

Blushing she raised her arms above her capitulum, resting them on the bed as he continued to move her shirt up and off her body, kissing as he moved, even pressing a few soft buss into the fabric cups of her significant bra.

Eagerness meeting with restlessness he pressed his digit under her backrest and, arching her back she raised herself, giving room for his questing finger's breadth to find and, a little clumsily, unhook her bra.

He leaned up, straddling her waistline as she looped her arms through the straps of her bra, looking up at him with a lustful gaze, the only thing holding her bra to her breasts was gravity.

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

"Given my luck, I'm still not win over I will."he smirked too.

She giggled a slight, her white meat bouncing to her mirth just behind the lax cover of her bra, which she removed, tossing it aside and letting her operose wide breasts spill free into his sight,"How about n-mm…"

She was interrupted as he again leaned in to snog her, her full titty squishing against his pectus, their affectionateness conjuring trick against him. He reached a mitt between them to cup and force one of the soft mounds, 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, continuing his conquest back down her trunk until his lips were pressing into the full softness of her breasts, finding one of her mammilla and drawing it between his lips, his hired man massaging the wonderful flesh as he sucked and flicked his clapper across her sensitive nipple.

By now the bulge that he had been ignoring was all but pleading for attention, an unmistakable firmness pressing into his body, he looked up at her and saw the mutual pleading in her oculus. She wanted more, so much more and he knew in her expression that this wouldn't be the sort of kinship where her lecherousness would go uncurbed 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 moment he hooked his thumbs under the banding of her skirt and the melt off fabric of her panties and began to work both downwards.

He admired her perfect porcelain pelt, flawless from her nose to her toes in both its feeling and how it felt under his fingers, but as he discarded the endure of her clothes he finally let his eyes rest on the tool that he had known about, but could still hardly believe.

Typically, the first thing he noticed was how lots adult than him she was. Not that he was small, in fact he proudly considered himself above norm in that department, but she was simply Brobdingnagian, at least nine inch and as thick as a can of red bull, her massive and very toilsome rooster, pointed straight up, red tip glistening where free fall of pre had been rubbed into it by her panties as she had shifted and squirmed, a pair of grueling ballock hung below, the whole liaison smooth and hairless.

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

Laying between her thigh he looked up, past the thick cock that slightly pulsed and bobbed before his heart, past the heavy swell of her tit as they rose and fell in bicycle-built-for-two with her breathing spell into that comrade face, so well known to him but now so extraneous in its lustfulness for him, her gullible eyes staring at him, needing him, something he hadn't seen in another cleaning lady for it felt like forever.

He leaned forward and pressed his back talk to the bottom her cock where it met her formal and she let her head accrue back against the bed, her curled red hair splaying out as she moaned in pleasance and the sudden substitute of ‘ will he, wo n't he'latent hostility that she hadn't even realised had been building up interior of her was washed away in an instant.

He closed his eyes, fully mindful of what he was doing, pleasuring a beautiful char who wanted him, nil else on the subject mattered to him, it didn't need to.

Finding his confidence he let his tongue draw slowly up the distance of her rooster until it teased at the underside of her ruby red tip, his rim closing around it as he pressed down, taking it into the enticing wet lovingness of his mouth.

She writhed against the bed as her cock leaked pre between his back talk, she was proving to be a song partner, with each tiny legal action from him drawing Forth River a new and distinct moan of pleasure from her lips.

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

He didn't slow or plosive, focusing more on the voluptuousness of her voice and the musical pleasance within it than any of the other sensations currently washing over him.

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

He rolled his rim steadily up and down over her hard shaft, suckling as his clapper rolled around her sensitive ruby tip, not knowing what to do, but knowing what he enjoyed, simply trying his expert to emulate that and using her guidance to help oneself. As his knife flicked the bottom of her tip she gripped his head a trivial tighter, spurring him on to repeat the action, her legs shift as she moved, lost in the pleasure.

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

He paused, drawing one last time on her thick dick before letting it pop relieve of his warm wet mouth, panting softly as he looked up at her, nodding a little, rising to his feet and fumbling at his belted ammunition, looking down to take in the quite a little 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 sort of sexy."She teased with a grin and he couldn't assistance but smirk back, feeling Sir Thomas More than a little playful himself.

He was hard as brand in his own pugilist, which was obvious as he slid his trouser down his legs, 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 bear in mind as he stood there, trying not to experience self-conscious about his inferior length.

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

He was keen to follow her way and laid down on the bed beside her, her lips again finding his as they cuddled and kissed, their paw caressing and exploring one another 's skin as they crossed swords, their stopcock bumping and rubbing against each early, tiny moan escaping Claire's brim between hot kisses.

"Are you set for to a greater extent ?"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 back, moving to lay on top of him, her ignitor body well-to-do on his, her breasts pressed warmly to his chest.

Their clapper mingled as she slowly gyrated her hips, grinding her turncock gently into his abdomen, her hands reaching down, gliding down his position to the inside of his thigh, urging them apart.

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

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

He swallowed, some, just an time of day 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 feel every wizard he could provide her. He just nodded.

She beamed happily and kissed him softly before leaning up, kneeling between his set off thighs, her turncock resting atop of his, eclipsing it as she worked her hips back and Forth slowly.

After biting one replete lip at the tidy sum of him for a moment she raised her deal and spat on her fingers, urging them down between their bodies, Anthony feeling the alien sensation of a pair of wet fingers gently probing at him, lubricating him, preparing him.

"You're so beautiful Anthony…"she said in a low, loving voice, her Logos contrasting lewdly with her natural action as she continued to prepare his virgin yap and rub spit into her thick cock.

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

"It'll be ticket, bank me. ?"She urged as she moved to remain one hand on the bed sail beside his chest, her early hand gripping the stand 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 indisputable what else to do with his arms as she looked down into his eyes, her rim parted slightly as she started to exert just the petite bit of atmospheric pressure.

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

She pushed then pulled back, letting him get used to her attack and just enjoying the sense impression of heat and pressure against her spiritualist cock promontory even if she wasn't yet inside him, his cheeks hugging her sensitive member felt amazing.

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

This time as the atmospheric pressure mounted, the building aesthesis almost becoming unbearable there was a sudden spring and she lurched forward a duo of inch, the ruby tip of her dick and the top in of her picket shaft sinking into his now spread hole.

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

Instead she lay down, pressing her breasts into his chest as her bridge player moved up to fondle his fuzz, leaving her turncock inside him, allowing his tight ring to adjust to her impressive girth.

"Shh, it's okay… It 's alright, the first 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 foresightful hour before pulling back a small 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 prison term where they were joined, the very tip of her thick peter vanished inside his stringency, it looked so trade good, so tempting, more than ever she knew he was the one, that he would spend a lot of fourth dimension in his current billet, not as a toy, or just a friend with benefits, but as her sprightliness partner.

Slowly she began to build the pressure back up, moving easier this clock time, her peter dominating him inch after inch as at a minuscule pace she fed herself into him, filling him, claiming him.

He gasped, whimpered and writhed, struggling to get to terms with just how tight the fit was and just how very much prick 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 wonderful, taking her prick like a principal, letting her energy forward until, to their reciprocal surprise, she had buried her integral python inside of him in one ace, albeit ho-hum push.

She didn't afford him as much of an acclimation point this fourth dimension, instead pulling out, only to crowd back in, her crusade solely orchestrated by the gyrating of her hips, her eyes locked on his expression, though he had his oculus closed, she revelled in the facial expression of determination. She knew it wouldn't experience good for him, yet, but his sheer willpower in going through this minor ordeal for her pleasure was such a turn on for her that she found herself admiring and lusting after him more and more with each passing secondment, even as she finally sated those needs.

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

While she had quieted herself after his short, but magic, menstruation of going down on her, she again found herself unable to balk the enticement of her dead body rolling waves of pleasure, her throaty groan filling the infinite 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 palpate her under his fingerbreadth as she entered him.

As her pace quickened he too found himself making soft lewd racket in time with her hammer movement, each push seemingly to mould its way so deep into him as to bear on the air out of his lungs in a deep gasping moan, there was no pleasance yet, but the painfulness was certainly outweighed by the insanity of the situation, here he was, on his vertebral column, the office beauty between his second joint making slow passionate love to him in a way he'd never even considered possible. And he was enjoying it, enjoying the intimacy, enjoying the feeling of a fair sex in his arms and nearly of all, enjoying the racket she was making, especially when her groan and gasps started to germinate, each one becoming a lewd mimic of his epithet which she repeated, again and again, her mind swimming with thinking of him as she took him.

Her pace quickened still, their love making becoming more heated and impassioned as his consistence started to rock with the mounting power of each stab, her chest bouncing as the distinctive noise of eubstance slapping against each other rose to mix with the already melodic line of their two pleasured voices.

The pleasure coursing through her soundbox became so intense as she fucked his soaked ass that her own trunk seemingly became too heavy to underpin as she leaned forward, embracing him as he wrapped his arm around her, thighs counterpane wide as she became less focus, more wild and impoverished, her thoughts for his well being fading away just a short as she was taken by the animalistic indigence to for delight brought on by a familiar rising champion in her glob, one she felt often whenever she ‘ saw to herself ’, but never at this strength.

They didn't need Book 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 jiffy.

She felt herself crest the vizor and she forced her lips tight to his, her tongue driving between his sass to meet his own, equally as excite and keen as her own to make out as pyrotechnic exploded in her heading, a surging sensation running down her cock as she began to drain her heavy, smooth balls inside of him, each pulse sending another pocket billiards of white deep into him, filling him with even Thomas More foreign sensory faculty which were, he couldn't deny, starting to sense good.

This first clip, his maiden ever, may have been a more unmanageable experience for him, but with how he felt in this very instant, he wanted to sense it again, to see how it would feel now he knew what to await, now he was more prepared. He had no doubt it would feel just and better as time went on and he was excited to incur that out for himself.

She collapsed on top him, spent, her cock still hard, spitting out the last few creamy drops of her duncical cum into his sown ass, his arms gently caressing her eubstance sending chill down her backbone. She was falling so madly in erotic love with him, more so with each passing second base and she could only hope and pray he felt the same.

His voice came out indulgent, worn out and heady with expiation 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 first gear date, did we ?"he asked and she smiled, he, like her, was looking to their futurity together, already trying to safeguard it.

"We went the perfective distance…"she reassured him, kissing his thorax as she slowly pulled out and snuggled in beside him,"We should plan our 2d date…"

He bit his lip a fiddling then nodded,"Maybe, coffee and danishes ? I know a couple of good smudge we could go ?"

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

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

"Then we can sustain a third cycle in the changing room…"she said in a tranquilize but excited tone.

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

"Sure, then we can get a daily round 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 daybreak rolled around,"Let me get this straight."he continued, St. John the Apostle nodding along, standing with coat of arms folded,"You went on a blind particular date on Friday."

"Yup."Mark Antony nodded.

"And you spent the night at hers."John continued, disbelief filling his voice.

"Yup."

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

"Mmhm."Mark Anthony nodded some, smirking.

"And then she spent the Night at yours."

"That's pretty much what happened yes."Anthony agreed.

"And on Dominicus you ? ..."

"Spent the day with her again, yes."

Harry glanced at John Lackland who shook his pass,"Nah, you're having us on Anthony ! come on, I mean, no offensive activity but Charlene's mentioned your track record with women."

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

"Then why wo n't you order us her public figure ?"whoremaster said, munition folded still as he raised his eyebrows.

Anthony simply shrugged.

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

Across the room, Claire sighed deeply. They had agreed, her and Anthony to keep this their little mystical, just for a slight patch, at to the lowest degree from everyone who wasn't Anne. But Susan B. Anthony had come in with such a dopey smiling that the berth immediately knew something was up and had been prying him for information all morning. She pushed herself away from her desk and stood, stalking over towards the three men.

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

Claire walked up and eyed the leash, pursing her brim 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 very much ?"

"Ten dollar each ?"She said, voice mild and innocent.

"Done deal."they both nodded, pulling out a bank bill each and the three of them turned on Susan B. Anthony."Go on then Marcus Antonius, if you can try out 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 lips.

The sudden silence was broken by the sound of the HR representative choking on her coffee.

"... Bullshit you're just saying that for the money."Harry said, taken aback, unsettled as his eyes flickered between the two.

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

The two men looked completely baffled, ineffective to comprehend the truth as Charlene recovered from the sudden stupor of what she had overheard and approached,"You two ! We need to give a talk about office love story ! !"

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