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Rania’s Point Of View
I skipped toward the stairs, holding Greg’s hand, feeling thrilled we would make love in a few short moments. It was mid-afternoon, and everyone’s body clock was off, so we weren’t the only ones taking to our bed for a nap.
I felt horny as hell, shaking with sexual anticipation while seeping more creamy hormones into my panties than they could handle. My solid nipples were evident through a lightweight cotton t-shirt that rasped against them.
I needed a damn good fucking.
As we approached the front door, heading for the main stairs, a guy I had never met but who looked strangely familiar waved, beaming broadly. I noticed an airport taxi parked behind him, and sadness washed over me.
“Are you Rania?”
“Yes… Dimitri, is it?”
“Reporting for duty, ma’am.”
He stuck out a hand, and I shook it less enthusiastically than I would had I not been so thoroughly aroused. Greg sighed and glanced regrettably at me, knowing our afternoon lovemaking was taking a raincheck. I also felt annoyed, having looked forward to making love, but more so because I failed to factor in Dimitri’s arrival time accurately.
I was slipping, and it hurt my professional pride. I pointed Dimitri toward the kitchen, smiling as enthusiastically as possible.
“Can you grab a coffee with Diana and give me five to ten minutes, please, Dimitri?”
“Of course. I hope you have good coffee here. The airplane service was awful.”
“Oh yes. You’ll enjoy the best food and beverages here.”