I was. My breasts touched hers again and my mouth was inches away. I licked my lips and it was I who joined our mouths. Her lips fit perfectly against mine and she sucked my bottom. I groaned into his mouth and pressed closer against her. It was then that the song played and the fog of pleasure flickered slightly. But his mouth remained on mine, savoring me with hunger. Taking her time and I threw myself even more against her. A knock on the door. Two knocks on the door. Three knocks on the door. And the charm is over. I pulled away a little. Her eyes were closed and her mouth swollen with a faint smirk. The presentation was over. I made mention of getting out of his lap, but his eyes opened quickly and his hands held me. We stared for a few seconds and felt his fingers on my left cheek. - Your name? His voice was thick and powerful. My whole body shivered. Scarlett. - Allie. - I answered saying my real name. - Wonderful. She said seriously. I smiled and bit my lower lip. "You, my dear, are beautiful. She spoke again with her hand to my neck. I felt my temples warm. "And you, what's your name?" I asked in a weak voice, dominated by the beauty of the black-eyed woman. She smiles predatorily. "Miss Watson, but you can call me Joanna." "Joanna, will I see you again?" The question again came out as a request. God, I wanted to see this woman over and over again. - You can be sure that. Maybe, now not just Thursdays. She spoke hoarsely and her lips brushed lightly against mine. "Not just every Thursday." I repeated with a smile on my lips. This time when I got up, she allowed it. Joanna took the whiskey glass and took one last bite. I nodded and she smiled predatorily. "Not just every Thursday." "This time it was she who spoke.