Machel comes to a halt and shuts his eyes tightly. When he eventually opens his eyes again, it's a hunter who is staring at me.
"I was saved by the bell, baby darling, but don't expect this to be anything more than a postponement of my devouring you."
Machel
Emily welcomes me too warmly; she's been trying to catch me since her first day at the workplace three years ago. She considers herself to be God's gift to men, enjoys flaunting her body in provocative and often filthy ways, and expects everyone to wait on her. The fact that I am not one of her victims has simply made her more determined to find me. Sometimes she's all on me, rubbing her cleavage up into my face and accidently revealing her pantyhose; other times she plays hard to get, hoping to entice me.
She's going all out to
