The dress was easier to describe by what it lacked than what it did not. It had no sleeves, no back, no sides and almost no front; the wide draping cowl of the neckline plunging down to a point well below the tiny vertical slit of her belly button. The lo...
The green light of the bedside clock had said it was just a little past six when her eyes opened, the gray light of dawn already shining through the curtains. And nearly ten minutes later, she was still lying on top of him, at the same odd angle on the la...
As the days passed, we became even closer. We talked through the individual hells that we had each survived and fell ever deeper in love. Bella had reconnected with Marcy when Marcy started her search for me, and they continued to talk frequently on the p...
The large flat screen's digital clock had said '8:16' in bright green-lit digits, and it was tuned to an Asian-based English-speaking news channel when she turned it on. She fidgeted as she brought the tea cup to her lips, squirming on the sofa, her legs...
The number of people in the basement lobby was surprisingly low considering the volume of guests going through the automatic doors. A large number of guests elected to use the spiraling staircase to the ground floor instead of waiting for the lifts. Yet t...
She was silent as he drove, just looking at him, her eyes undressing him to see the broad shoulders and muscle underneath his jacket and shirt, remembering the taste of his skin, the scent of his body, the feel of him around her, inside her, the taste of...
It was morning. And she was being fucked again. Honor squealed one last time, arching back on her hands and knees and impaling herself fully on Marq Haydn's member as she felt him explode inside her. Her lips turned up in a wide smile as she felt him rele...
The clock said the time was 7:51 when she had woken up to find herself completely naked and entangled around a strange man on a strange bed thousands of miles away from home. For a long moment, she had remained where she was, her head on his shoulder and...
According to the clock on the bedside table, it was just a little past two in the morning. The room was dark, the lights switched off sometime after she had fallen asleep. Honor stared at the clock's softly-lit round face and watched another minute slowly...
He opened the door at her second knock. "Can I come in?" Honor asked in a quiet voice. He stepped back from the door, and she walked back into Suite 1615, pulling her red suitcase behind her. She walked in on rubbery legs and let go of the suitcase by the...
A few minutes after reentering Suite 1615, for the first time under her own power, Honor felt like screaming again. "What the hell do you mean there are no flights for two days?" "Aerothai is booked solid for the next two days," Marq Haydn said, gesturing...
Her headache had faded to a tolerable dull throbbing, she realized when she woke up, her eyes fluttering open and taking time to adjust to the sunlight streaming through the window. The second thing Honor realized was that her shoes were off and she was c...
Dale holds his finger above the send button as if it's a nuclear bomb he is about to detonate. He has been wanting to send this message to Jamie for days now, but his courage has failed him again. "Fuck it," he tells himself as he closes the phone. Dale m...
Honor was breathing hard, her heart thudding heavily in her chest as she ran to the first car she saw with the plastic taxi light on the roof. A weight had settled in her chest, heavy and oppressive, making it hard to breathe and she was feeling faint, he...
Honor Banet ran her fingers over the stainless steel surface, allowing a small satisfied smile to blossom on her lips as she admired the machine in front of her. It was three years old, fairly used but recovered and expertly refurbished by the manufacture...
