Ms. Jillian B. Hart
A Business Trip... Somewhere in Beacon Hill...
He glances at a text that instantly creates arousal and intrigue.
"Where can I meet you?"
His eyes blur the words on the screen as his mind jumps from thought to thought wondering if it is a text game or if an open invitation has now been engraved.
The desire to respond must be calculated by the need to be professional, work day doesn't end for a few hours. A little while later, before the opportunity to text back arrives... his pocket vibrates again.... signaling another text message.
Her again. "Or shall I send you clues on where to find me?"
It took nothing to picture her smile as she typed the words or the gleam and sparkle in her eyes as she pressed send. Just the right mixture of impatience and enticement. His mind now racing around with the finishing thought being, she's here.
