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Authors: W Ferraro
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the receptacle. He watched as Lola quickly cleaned up the mess on the table, and listened as her raspy voice muttered apology after apology.
“No worries, Lola. You gave us the perfect icebreaker.” Aimee said, as smiles filled the faces around the table. Lola purposely avoided looking across the table again. “Gentleman, this is Lola Nash. She is our top volunteer here at Aaron’s Place and a very important part of our family. I’ve asked her to join us, rounding out Aaron’s Place representation.”
Wes was unable to draw his eyes away from the woman who had become the focal point of most of his idle thoughts and time. He watched as she sat across from him, successfully averting her eyes from him. For the life of him, he tried to listen to the meeting, but he just couldn’t help but look towards Lola every few minutes. Her position in the chair was stiff and rigid. With her head turned toward the front of the room, where Aimee Amico sat and drove the meeting, gave Wes the opportunity to study Lola’s profile. Her long black hair was down, hanging in onyx layers that looked soft as silk. She kept tucking her hair behind her ear, which not only exposed a small lobe with delicate silver hoops, but also a gorgeously long neck. Wes was entranced at how the smooth stem showed the intricate work of muscles beneath. He watched as those smooth muscles completed a task as normal as swallowing a mouthful of water. Her upper body, which could be seen above the table vibrated rapidly. Assuming if he looked under the table he would see her foot bouncing at the same beat. He smiled as he continued to appreciate the incredible result. His eyes focused on the quiver of her full breasts beneath her steel blue V-neck lightweight sweater. He could see the tight bud underneath, poking out from the thin material. Wes couldn’t help but wonder how responsive she would be to nipple play. Has she ever been clamped before?
As if she could hear his mental question, she turned to him and unlike before, did not stray when their eyes connected. God, her eyes were beautiful. The beauty did not come from the heavily made up cosmetic effect, but her steel gray coloring was so unusual, yet looked perfect on her. The dark outline, tipped up at the end giving a dramatic effect. Her coated lashes looked long and perfectly wisped and curled. Wes wasn’t normally so familiar with women’s makeup preferences, but since it had to do with Lola Nash, he found it was just another aspect of the enigma who was the beautiful creature across from him.
Aimee’s voice brought Lola’s attention away from him, once again. “That rounds out the proposal. Now if you would like, we can head out to the site location.”
With a collective agreement, people rose and headed toward the door, all except Wes. Lola started cleaning up to bring the tray back to the mess hall.
“Lola, how nice it is to see you again.” Wes said, keeping his voice low and intimate.
Lola was aware the indescribably sexy man, hadn’t vacated the room yet. She thought she was going to go into cardiac arrest when she saw him sitting at the table. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out who she pissed off enough to place such a curse on herself. Would these unexpected run-ins with this man ever cease? While she sat and listened to Aimee’s speech, she could not help but feel his eyes on her. The conceited bastard gave up trying to hide his attention toward the end. She knew from her peripheral vision that he spent more time looking at her than he did looking at anything else. Nonetheless, it was her feelings his presence caused, that was truly what had her uneasy. The more she tried to focus on anything other than this man, the more her body reminded her he was but four feet away from her. He sat in such a position, with his right elbow leaning on the arm of the chair, distinguishably holding his face between his spread fingers along his cheek and his thumb at his chin. While his
“No worries, Lola. You gave us the perfect icebreaker.” Aimee said, as smiles filled the faces around the table. Lola purposely avoided looking across the table again. “Gentleman, this is Lola Nash. She is our top volunteer here at Aaron’s Place and a very important part of our family. I’ve asked her to join us, rounding out Aaron’s Place representation.”
Wes was unable to draw his eyes away from the woman who had become the focal point of most of his idle thoughts and time. He watched as she sat across from him, successfully averting her eyes from him. For the life of him, he tried to listen to the meeting, but he just couldn’t help but look towards Lola every few minutes. Her position in the chair was stiff and rigid. With her head turned toward the front of the room, where Aimee Amico sat and drove the meeting, gave Wes the opportunity to study Lola’s profile. Her long black hair was down, hanging in onyx layers that looked soft as silk. She kept tucking her hair behind her ear, which not only exposed a small lobe with delicate silver hoops, but also a gorgeously long neck. Wes was entranced at how the smooth stem showed the intricate work of muscles beneath. He watched as those smooth muscles completed a task as normal as swallowing a mouthful of water. Her upper body, which could be seen above the table vibrated rapidly. Assuming if he looked under the table he would see her foot bouncing at the same beat. He smiled as he continued to appreciate the incredible result. His eyes focused on the quiver of her full breasts beneath her steel blue V-neck lightweight sweater. He could see the tight bud underneath, poking out from the thin material. Wes couldn’t help but wonder how responsive she would be to nipple play. Has she ever been clamped before?
As if she could hear his mental question, she turned to him and unlike before, did not stray when their eyes connected. God, her eyes were beautiful. The beauty did not come from the heavily made up cosmetic effect, but her steel gray coloring was so unusual, yet looked perfect on her. The dark outline, tipped up at the end giving a dramatic effect. Her coated lashes looked long and perfectly wisped and curled. Wes wasn’t normally so familiar with women’s makeup preferences, but since it had to do with Lola Nash, he found it was just another aspect of the enigma who was the beautiful creature across from him.
Aimee’s voice brought Lola’s attention away from him, once again. “That rounds out the proposal. Now if you would like, we can head out to the site location.”
With a collective agreement, people rose and headed toward the door, all except Wes. Lola started cleaning up to bring the tray back to the mess hall.
“Lola, how nice it is to see you again.” Wes said, keeping his voice low and intimate.
Lola was aware the indescribably sexy man, hadn’t vacated the room yet. She thought she was going to go into cardiac arrest when she saw him sitting at the table. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out who she pissed off enough to place such a curse on herself. Would these unexpected run-ins with this man ever cease? While she sat and listened to Aimee’s speech, she could not help but feel his eyes on her. The conceited bastard gave up trying to hide his attention toward the end. She knew from her peripheral vision that he spent more time looking at her than he did looking at anything else. Nonetheless, it was her feelings his presence caused, that was truly what had her uneasy. The more she tried to focus on anything other than this man, the more her body reminded her he was but four feet away from her. He sat in such a position, with his right elbow leaning on the arm of the chair, distinguishably holding his face between his spread fingers along his cheek and his thumb at his chin. While his
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