Chapter 87: The Daughter's Manumission, Part 21, Kirstie and Ryan

JAMES

It's around six.

Time to go....

In a much calmer mood than when I last took the elevator down, I watch the indicator counting the floors down to the lobby.

Wonder how she's doing?

And him.

Hope they enjoyed their movie....

The doors whisper open and Kirstie's there on the desk. She doesn't see me.

They don't see me....

He has her in his arms and he's talking, not loudly, but loudly enough. "You smell as though you want to be fucked."

Someone's in for a good evening....

I pause, not intending to eavesdrop, but....

Her head drops to his chest as she murmurs something.

He barks a reply, sounding startled. "What? Have I said something wrong?"

Kirstie laughs; a low chuckle that suits her very well. "Not at all. It's just that you do it to me every time. I'm all calm and collected, and then you come along, and I just want to throw my clothes out of the window and spread-eagle myself on the bed."