Chapter 33

• Lucas looked angry sometimes, but he wasn’t really angry. He wouldn’t hurt me, and he wouldn’t do anything to make me upset. On the contrary, Mark looked full of rage.
• He pressed his knee against me harder and moved a hand towards my breasts. He squeezed them roughly above my dress and jacket and looked at me with a long, hard glare. When I didn’t say anything(when I couldn’t say anything, I was so scared), he released my cheeks and moved his hand lower. Past my chest, towards my stomach, to the hem of my dress. He grabbed at the skirt and wrenched it up, revealing my pantyhose covered crotch. His fingers looped into the waistband of my pantyhose, by the center of my stomach. Cold, rough fingers, reaching lower. Fingers that were going to touch my slit and…
• I was wet. I was wet but I was not intentionally aroused. I did not want Mark Shaw to do anything to me. When Lucas had looked at me with passion and anger after I’d destroyed his book, and then picked me up and tossed me onto the alder wood table in his private meeting room, I’d been shocked and somewhat scared, but not like this. I’d… I’d really wanted to know what Lucas would do, and when he did it I felt ecstatic. Perhaps I shouldn’t have, and perhaps I should have been more upset, but at the time I wasn’t. And then, later, after getting to know him a little more, I was even less upset. I really liked Lucas. I liked him a lot.