While Mitch sat at his desk, aroused to the point of being unable to speak, Lani continued to talk… About what, he didn’t know. The price of rice in China, or the price of tea in Taiwan… Mitch had to admit he wasn’t listening. It was… Well, for lack of a better word, “hard”. He even found himself watching her mouth. But if you looked long enough at those full lips, which were red, just like the form-fitting clothes she was wearing, you were immediately struck by a “fire down below”.
“Mitch?… Mitch?”, he finally heard her voice saying. He shook his head to clear it, & said, “Yeah? What?”
“Were you hearing what I said? I asked you a question,” she told him. “I’m sorry; I must’ve gone away for a minute there,” he apologized, not telling her that she’d gone with him. “What did you wanna know?”
“I asked you if you think you need all 3 of us to talk to these guys,” she replied. “Yeah, probably,” he said. “Even if not, I’d like to have you all come in case. I think that’d be chest.” He tried to correct himself, but before he could, she caught him. “What’d you say?”, she asked. Mitch stammered at first, but finally managed to speak. “I said that I think that’d be the best thing for you to do.”
Lani said nothing for a moment. If she’d caught him, she wasn’t mentioning it. “You know what I think would be the best thing for me to do, Mitch?”, she asked him. He shook his head lightly. “What,” he asked. “You,” she said. |