The next morning, after a rather hot and steamy shower session, Sabrina and I say our goodbyes, each one of us having to go to work, with the promise that we’ll talk later.
I’m feeling ready to face the day and not even the Taiwanese fuckers won’t be able to sour my mood. I don’t want to see Brinago, but I have to be present at the negotiations, and she has to go to the office. It’s amazing how relaxed I feel, despite the fact that we never strayed from vanilla. My tension is all melted away, and even my muscles feel more relaxed. I don’t know why, but suddenly I’m not in such a hurry to go back home.
At about seven thirty I give a call to Taylor, letting him know I’m ready to go at eight. I finish my breakfast, checking the morning news on my tablet and looking over some e-mails from R
