Chapter Five
False Starts and Missteps
He wasn’t in the mood for the tease, making nice, small talk, foreplay, or other assorted preliminaries before the game began. Valerie would have to live with his mood, but wasn’t that the idea? He pulled her in off the porch where she stood getting drenched in the torrential spring rain. Tearing off her raincoat, he was glad to see that she dressed for the occasion as he demanded, wearing nothing but bra, panties and a pair of four inch heels, the kind she wore to the office—the killer heels that gave her the haughty ‘in control’ demeanor she was after.
She must have changed from work to slut clothes in the office restroom, or maybe she just doffed the business suit in the parking garage before she climbed in her car. Either thought was good fodde
