A lazy hand slapped at the snooze button at the same time she pried her eyes open. Face buried in the pillow, remnants of her dreams warmed her soul and made her insides tingle. The sensation of something hard between her thighs made her sit upright. Her vibrator lay on the bed, dead. Temair couldn’t help but laugh. She’d finally managed to outlast the battery that claimed it never ran out. One glance at the clock and she knew she needed to get moving. She promised to meet Lisanne for breakfast before the trade show. * * * * * “Would you look at you,” Lisanne exclaimed as Temair walked into the diner and over to the booth. “Told you red was a perfect color for a power suit.” “Thanks,” Temair said, setting the lockbox on the seat and sliding it over as she positioned herself at the table across from Lisanne. “If you only knew what I had to do to keep this skirt seamless.” “No panties and sheer hose.” Lisanne’s raised-eyebrow look and teasing tone caused Temair to blush slightly.
