To what extent exactly could Quinn Andre go to assuage his guilt? He called on her office again days later, just as she was preparing to leave for lunch break, one of the few opportunities she got to be with her girlfriends. She had been busier over the past two weeks making up for the classes and assignments she had missed. Her mates were currently in the practical phase and she didn't want to be left behind. She had just stood up when the bell rang, followed by the opening of the door. She hadn't been expecting him, but she wasn't startled by his presence either. He had been making himself more available since that night, having more meetings with her and Gonzalo over issues that could be discussed via e-mail. Not that she had any complaint; she understood the efforts he was making to atone for making her feel like a whore, because that was how she had felt that night. It had always been about meaningless sex alright, but there had been something cheap about the way he had taken

He plundered her lips with his tongue, tasting wine and dessert in those lips which returned his desires with equal feverishness. His fingers slipped into her hair and massaged her scalp, his eyes clouded with intense desire when he broke the kiss for a second, placing his forehead on hers to catch a breath.It was fucking phenomenal, filling him with a desperate desire to devour more of her lips and body irrespective of how close he was to her, how her body was already entangled with his in a tight embrace, her breath mingling with his. Hot and laboured. He let his palms glide down her ass, kneading and squeezing that soft firm flesh, her breath gasping sharply in response. He returned his lips to hers, cradling her face in his big callused fingers, his chest heaving with the force of hunger gnawing at him. His hips ground into hers, pushing her further into the wall where her back rested. His tongue probed into her mouth, plunging hard and sucking every flavour of wine mingled with

Her first reaction was embarrassment. Colour tainted her cheeks, her eyes blinking rapidly as her throat went dry. What in the world was she supposed to say to... That? "Ms. Lynn?" Surely he didn't expect an actual reply to that blatant statement he had uttered, there had to be limits to his obnoxiousness, right? Sitting there with her mouth parted softly at his blatancy wasn't going to answer her question. She cleared her throat and shifted in the seat, willing her voice not to stutter. "I was just preoccupied with...other things." She chose denial which came easily, although she knew he wasn't going to buy it. Irrespective of his insensitivity, Andre was nothing short of smart, a quality she found really sexy. He remained calm as he stared at her, giving no indication that he hadn't bought her bullshit. It was difficult maintaining eye contact with those blazing eyes which had gazed at her intensely, its pupils dilated as he reached his climax buried inside her. But she forced h

Clara hadn't cried herself to sleep like she thought she would, but had spent a good part of the night in the room she had converted to a study seated behind the desk, her laptop open before her, the screen displaying the document she had finally garnered the courage to type.Because if she needed any other cue to save herself after the humiliation she had been put through, then she might as well return to Dane and beg him to take her back.Since she was in the same path of foolishness anyway.It wasn't as though she was finally taking full control of her life; she didn't have a concrete plan at the moment, but what was pretty clear was the fact that she had to cut both professional and personal or rather, sexual ties with Andre because none of them was working out with him anymore.She had spent the night replaying possible scenarios. For instance, where she would live hereon because she would have to vacate the company house and return the car she had been given. It was funny how ev

"Ms. Lynn, can you hear me?" "How many fingers am I holding up?" "Ms. Lynn" "Ms. Lynn can you feel..." It was like the lyrics of a faint departing music, sung with harmonies of solos and duets, each lyric fainter than the previous. Her body seemed to be floating on cool waters and her eyes were drowsy, lured into the seductive beckoning of the empty space which her eyes surrendered to, moving away from the fading voices. It was painless and quieter here, or perhaps she sought that voice which could never deliver faint music in the waters she lay on. There was nothing burdening her young heart; she sank deeper into the ocean, letting the waves carry her through, with the trust that the storm wouldn't push her to drown. "Ms. Lynn?" "Clara! Hey! I just saw your fingers move!" "Don't you fucking dare shut your eyes on me again!" A strange face in white, Sophie, Brenda... A small smile curved the side of her lips as she struggled to keep her eyes open, having stayed in that isl