12- His Side

"Cold hands, warm heart, sweety nose," he said.

"Yes. My grandpa used to tell me that all the time. She also said my hands would cook delicious food and good in plants. I have great pastry-making hands, honesty, and a maternity hip."

She put her hands on her hips and his cock thickened. "Your body is so damn good." It's a body he wants to explore, and get his hands on. He was getting aroused, and his cock was getting a little painful as it pressed against his zipper. He moved the lapel of his jacket, moving it over the evidence of his erection. "Why are you not happy with what I did to help you?"

"It was so stupid. Leo called me up and he said once your conference or interview or whatever you do, my book and ticket sales and page followers skyrocket."

"Isn't this a good thing?" He did it to show support for her, to help her.

"Yes, that's a good thing. Shamia told me it was a good thing."

"Don't you think so?"

"You run two very big businesses and I can't help you. My books, my movie