Stan freshened up at the bathroom of the private suite, leaving Vivian gasping for breath at the intense pleasure she just experienced...
He arrived at Maya's building running approximately eight minutes behind schedule.
She was already outside, standing on the pavement beside a small rolling luggage case.
She spotted the Huracán before it fully stopped and had the passenger door open before Stan had switched off the engine.
She got in, tucked the small case into what limited space the car's rear offered, and turned to look at him with the particular expression of a woman who had been waiting and was prepared to say something about it.
She pouted, "You're late."
"I know. I'm sorry. Schedule ran over."
Maya held the expression for exactly one more second, then let it go. She knew a rich tycoon like Stan probably had a tight schedule...
