Not My Type Adele Ch 09
Nate removed his hand from beneath my skirt and drew my blouse closed, all without looking at me. He kept his eyes cast downward as he stood and didn’t turn around right away. Instead he took a few deep, steadying breaths and began doing up his own buttons. ‘Could you please give us a moment, Mrs. Macintyre?’ he said asked in a very tight voice. Though he blocked my view of the doorway, I felt her disgust and imagined the angry expression on her pudgy, squinty face. My sensual high had been...