The company Kiara worked for had quarterly dinner parties. Tonight’s party wasn’t much different than the rest. She sat with her usual group of 10 women coworkers talking about boyfriends or non-boyfriends, who’s-new-this year, sex, and office gossip. Most of the women were all gaga about this new ad-man recently added to the team. Her curiosity was piqued by the girls’ discussion. “…and yeah, this guy is tall, his eyes are so dark they look black, he has the sexiest dimples, he’s got a great ass, I have to restrain myself from touching his beautiful chest; and he has thick black, slightly curly hair, that’s just long enough—I can so imagine my fingers all tangled as he kisses me, and his smile—oh my GOD I just want to ram my mouth on to his and taste him! But the best part is when he opens his mouth to talk; he’s got the sexiest voice; deep, husky, and it just coos in your ear in a really thick Italian accent. He opens doors, he smells like heaven, and is such a gentleman.”
