else to talk?”
“No. This is perfect.” He took the plastic lid off his coffee cup and sniffed the dark brown liquid appreciatively. He sipped, his eyes careful. “Instinct is hard to suppress. I’m not entirely certain we’re not still being followed.”
Cynthia spun in her chair. The crowd appeared normal. The rush that typically followed the end of the workday made everyone look hurried while they pushed their way into and out of the coffee shop.
Turning back, she whispered across the table, “What does he look like?”
Trevor chuckled. “I’ll let you know when I see him again. You wanted to know some things about me, right? Now’s the time to ask. Because when I get you back to my hotel room, Cyn, I don’t plan on lots of conversation.”
All the blood in her body pooled into her lower belly and made her dizzy. She swallowed. “Oh, really? What if I like conversation?”
“You won’t have time to talk once I start kissing you.” He sipped his coffee and watched her.
Cynthia lost her train of thought. She could only focus on the aching heat building and throbbing between her legs. When had she ever been this horny? Never!
“Is that a promise?”
“Very much so. Now, ask your questions. I’ll tell you everything I can without revealing sensitive information you don’t need to know.”
“Right.” She cleared her throat, which seemed suddenly too parched and dry to be soothed by drinking hot coffee. “Things about you. Let’s start with, where were you born?”
“Sudbury, England,” he said and added, “I’ll be thirty-three in a couple of months.”
“I see. So you’re a Pisces?”
“No, Aries actually. Next question?”
“Tell me about your family? Brothers, sisters?”
Trevor set his coffee down and folded his arms on the table. “Father, Phillip. Mother, Adele. Both still alive and well. No siblings.”
“Ah, an only child. That and the fact that you’re an Aries explain your take-charge behavior. I’ll bet you never learned to share your toys.”
He flashed a lecherous grin and wiggled his eyebrows. “I love to share my toys. Anything else you want to know about me?”
Cynthia coughed. Did he mean… sex toys ? Her pussy clenched at the thought of letting him tie her up and use any toy he found appropriate to bring her to one wild orgasm after another. She crossed her legs to suppress the flow of moisture that pooled in her panties.
“Do you like your job?”
He picked up his coffee and stared into the steaming cup. “For the most part, yes. It’s often exciting. That’s why I joined Interpol. I craved the thrill, the intrigue and potential danger. Plus, I’ve seen just about every corner of the world and met very interesting people along the way. I suppose how much I enjoy my job depends on the logistics of each assignment.”
“Sounds exciting. I would love to travel. My brother travels to places I can only dream about.”
“Where would you go?”
She leaned her chin on her hand. “This time of year I dream of going someplace warm, like Jamaica. Or Tahiti. Fiji, for sure. And South America. Oh and the French Riviera. China. Japan. So many places I’d love to go to explore.”
“Trust me,” he chuckled gently. “Traveling for your job gets old. And with heightened security at airports and train stations these days, it’s often quite tedious.”
Cynthia sighed wistfully. “I think my life is pretty boring, all things considered.”
“I’m assuming that’s not because of a lack of funds?”
She sighed. “No. I live a comfortable life.”
“Don’t let stability and comfort be confused with boredom, darling.”
“All I do is work. I love it but I’m boring you now, aren’t I?”
He shook his head. “No. I don’t think I could ever find you boring. I’m enjoying our conversation. What else would you like to know?”
She took a deep breath before plunging headlong into what she really wanted to know. “Why is Mr. Andrews’ diamond
“No. This is perfect.” He took the plastic lid off his coffee cup and sniffed the dark brown liquid appreciatively. He sipped, his eyes careful. “Instinct is hard to suppress. I’m not entirely certain we’re not still being followed.”
Cynthia spun in her chair. The crowd appeared normal. The rush that typically followed the end of the workday made everyone look hurried while they pushed their way into and out of the coffee shop.
Turning back, she whispered across the table, “What does he look like?”
Trevor chuckled. “I’ll let you know when I see him again. You wanted to know some things about me, right? Now’s the time to ask. Because when I get you back to my hotel room, Cyn, I don’t plan on lots of conversation.”
All the blood in her body pooled into her lower belly and made her dizzy. She swallowed. “Oh, really? What if I like conversation?”
“You won’t have time to talk once I start kissing you.” He sipped his coffee and watched her.
Cynthia lost her train of thought. She could only focus on the aching heat building and throbbing between her legs. When had she ever been this horny? Never!
“Is that a promise?”
“Very much so. Now, ask your questions. I’ll tell you everything I can without revealing sensitive information you don’t need to know.”
“Right.” She cleared her throat, which seemed suddenly too parched and dry to be soothed by drinking hot coffee. “Things about you. Let’s start with, where were you born?”
“Sudbury, England,” he said and added, “I’ll be thirty-three in a couple of months.”
“I see. So you’re a Pisces?”
“No, Aries actually. Next question?”
“Tell me about your family? Brothers, sisters?”
Trevor set his coffee down and folded his arms on the table. “Father, Phillip. Mother, Adele. Both still alive and well. No siblings.”
“Ah, an only child. That and the fact that you’re an Aries explain your take-charge behavior. I’ll bet you never learned to share your toys.”
He flashed a lecherous grin and wiggled his eyebrows. “I love to share my toys. Anything else you want to know about me?”
Cynthia coughed. Did he mean… sex toys ? Her pussy clenched at the thought of letting him tie her up and use any toy he found appropriate to bring her to one wild orgasm after another. She crossed her legs to suppress the flow of moisture that pooled in her panties.
“Do you like your job?”
He picked up his coffee and stared into the steaming cup. “For the most part, yes. It’s often exciting. That’s why I joined Interpol. I craved the thrill, the intrigue and potential danger. Plus, I’ve seen just about every corner of the world and met very interesting people along the way. I suppose how much I enjoy my job depends on the logistics of each assignment.”
“Sounds exciting. I would love to travel. My brother travels to places I can only dream about.”
“Where would you go?”
She leaned her chin on her hand. “This time of year I dream of going someplace warm, like Jamaica. Or Tahiti. Fiji, for sure. And South America. Oh and the French Riviera. China. Japan. So many places I’d love to go to explore.”
“Trust me,” he chuckled gently. “Traveling for your job gets old. And with heightened security at airports and train stations these days, it’s often quite tedious.”
Cynthia sighed wistfully. “I think my life is pretty boring, all things considered.”
“I’m assuming that’s not because of a lack of funds?”
She sighed. “No. I live a comfortable life.”
“Don’t let stability and comfort be confused with boredom, darling.”
“All I do is work. I love it but I’m boring you now, aren’t I?”
He shook his head. “No. I don’t think I could ever find you boring. I’m enjoying our conversation. What else would you like to know?”
She took a deep breath before plunging headlong into what she really wanted to know. “Why is Mr. Andrews’ diamond
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