Scent of her growing anticipation was… subtle. But my experience in the forest and under her office desk has given me more than a bit of something to compare to. I had begun to smell the proof of arousal while we were stuck in the tiny personal elevator.
Being able to make her like that just by the thought of things also makes me excited. It took a lot not to just start in the elevator. Since I'm not sure I trust that Claire was not watching us.
I locked the door to the guest room behind me on habit and immediately accessed my Stash, retrieving the suitcase I'd packed with such careful thoughts. My hands paused on the clasps as the reality of how strongly I'd prepared for *this* presses in.
Vrika looked and felt insufferably smug as it settled down beside the orange marigold that had somehow taken on a glow and sense of importance. Even the slab of unhelpful Composure shifted underneath.
> You're annoying. <
