we’re about to enter the junior studio on the opposite side of the building when you catches up with me. “Excuse me!” she pants, her cheeks flaming pink. “Could I speak to Mr. Blackwell for a moment?” The other panel members turn to look at me, to see if I’ll comply. Sonia is particularly curious. She knew something was up the moment I told her to offer Mara the studio. The discounted rate was a fabrication, invented by me on the spot. The same with this grant. It’s all leverage to get Mara right where I want her: completely at my mercy.

“Of course,” I say quietly. “The rest of you go on without me. I’ll join you momentarily.” I lead Mara down the hall to an empty studio several doors down. I step into the clean, deserted space. She hesitates in the doorway, afraid to be alone with me.

“Are you coming?” I ask, eyebrow raised. Pressing her full round and juicy lips together, she marches into the room her round ass swaying sinfully making my pants tighter, closing the door behind her. I wait for her to speak, watching the rapid rise and fall of her chest, thrilling at the hectic spots of color on her cheeks she has any idea how sexy she looks righ now? She’s illuminated with fury, eyes blazing, cheeks flaming. Her dark hair swirls around her face, defying gravity from the pure electric tension between us. Her thin hands tremble, and she digs her nails into the thighs of her jeans.