Jack laid his hand on against her ass. "Let's talk about responsibility, Franny. About your being here every day, unless you clear it with me first. About taking this job seriously—it’s not just a way into my bed. And while we're at it, let's talk about where you live, your real phone number, how I can get a hold of you when you're not here.”
As he spoke, he was taking affectionate liberties with her well worked flesh that felt so good, she might have agreed to anything.
"I'm sorry, Jack. There's just been a lot on my mind. I know you don't understand this, but sometimes being here is just one thing too much. I am sorry."
"That's a reasonable apology," he said, still enjoying the erotic feel of his hand against her gently squirming body. But as much as he wanted to take her to the bed
