At Crescent's company in Romans office room, Jane told Roman about the units that were assigned some task by the editor in chief and she handed Roman the files as he read through them.
"It's fine, I will send the document" he said, looking up at her. She gave a small nod even though in her tiny heart working with him made her heart flutter, he had always made her heart thrilled by the mere sight of his handsome face, his handsome looks made her heart flutter when she sees him and it was her secret, she had a crush on him.
"If that's all, I'll take my leave," she said.
"It's such a fine discovery I do find your company pleasant," Roman confessed. He thought she was a pretty woman and found her interesting knowing she looked at him with this eyes that said she liked him so much. Looking at her, he wanted her inside his groin sucking it inside her mouth and making him satsfied.
"What do you mean?" she asked, curious. She was pleased by his words, though her expression remained unwavering.
"If it's not too much to say, your company brightens my day and I love how charismatic you are. I look up to you," Roman praised, looking at her intently.
Jane felt her heart beat faster it was fluttering hearing his nice words and she blushed. His words pleased her, made her cheerful and stirred a pulse of desire between her heart, she liked him, working with him made her thrilled with the though they could fall in love with each other and see each other in a romantic way.
"Thanks, Roman."Jane was pleased, thrilled that Roman was interested in her. She could see it in his eyes.
"You're utterly welcome," Roman grinned, he did like her charismatic side, his interest genuine. He looked attractive as he gazed into her eyes that she blushed holding her paperwork to her chest, it made her look down as she was blushing the way he looked at her was like he liked her, and Jane was attracted to him, her heart pounding like she was in love.
"I have to see to some things," Jane said. She liked his compliment, and Roman gave a small grin. His grin was so boyish that she found him super hot and dashing.The thought of having sex with him alone made her body melt. He was one of the most attractive man she worked with and he was sharp, and the idea of him touching her, being inside her made her body thrillled with anticipation, having Roman's groin inside her would make her go wild and drive her crazy with pleasure, since she had been crushing on him too, maybe he did see her the way she saw him.
"Sure," he said.
With that, Jane turned and left for the door. Roman watched her leave and Jane stopped at the door, hand on the knob.
Jane thought it over, She wanted Roman. She turned to look at Roman, feeling an indescribable desire in her pussy that was wanting and needing of him to touch her, her body craved his touch and his groin inside her.
"I think I'd love to stay," she said turning to him, and Roman gave a playful grin as he watched her lock the door.
It was an Italianate modern house. In the large, white, spacious living room, Priscilla wayne, a woman with brown hair and pale dark eyes in her fifties, yet with a youthful glow to her skin — was heading to the dining room. Fred wayne a man with black hair and dark brown eyes in his late fifties, he was tall in height and was reading the newspaper.
"Have you had breakfast?" Priscilla inquired as she planned to make cinnamon tea for herself since she hadn't eaten she had woken up and wanted to have breakfast.
"Yes, I did," Fred answered casually, glancing at her before returning to the newspaper.
"I was planning on making some cinnamon tea. Want some?"
"Sure," Fred responded.
Priscilla headed to the kitchen to prepare the tea. "Aaron isn't coming here and seems too busy that he isn't bringing the kids, you know," Priscilla announced while taking out the cups.
"You mean our grandchildren?" Fred questioned, now interested in the conversation his attention drifting away from the newspaper to hear what she was saying.
Priscilla dropped the tea bags into the cups.
"Yes," her voice echoed. She felt annoyed, thinking Fred didn't care or even understand.
"Don't you notice Aaron doesn't bring them here... even to say hello? They've got grandparents," she explained, growing more irritated as she poured hot water over the tea bags.
Fred understood what she was saying, wanting their grandchildren to spend time with them and knowing them for the fun of family bond. He knew she was making a point.
"I've noticed too," he said and Priscilla figured he wasn't a dimwit that he couldn't understand. It was just her gut reaction that she thought Fred didn't understand, she didn't mean to be rude.
"We should definitely talk to him," she said, coming out of the kitchen with the tray. Fred said nothing, thinking over what should be done with the topic of his grandkids.
Priscilla set the tray on the table in front of him.
"Thanks, Cilia," Fred said, looking at his drink and Priscilla didn't respond. She took a sip of her tea and inhaled, It smelled good nice and soothing, she thought.
"We should talk to Aaron about it," Fred said, looking at her.
"I thought of that," Priscilla said and Fred took a sip of his drink.
She decided to get herself some breakfast she was hungry and headed back to the kitchen.