“Old enough to be here.” Brian shifted in his chair, and she noticed, the way she noticed everything, how his eyes moved over the cream-colored silk of her blouse, down to respectable-but-intentionally-revealing V of her cleavage.

Holly smiled, reached across the table, and took his hand. “Now, why don’t I believe you?”

His palm was wet — actually wet-and his fingers trembled, but the brave face he put on made her want to weep with compassion and even a little delight.

“My friend, he told me you could teach me.”

She sipped her drink through a tiny straw, not answering, her eyes focused on him until his gaze dropped to the table. Holly was very careful, even fastidious. Her referrals came only through sources she trusted.

“This is the address.” Her business card was like the cream-colored silk of her blouse, soft and clean and bright, and she slid it across the table toward him.

“Tomorrow, seven p.m.”

“How do I-”

She stood, shrugging on her long, black wool coat, pulling a thick length of curly, honey-colored hair from beneath the collar. “You’ll receive a text message tonight with further instructions.”

“I feel like double-oh-seven.” His grin was both nervous and goofy, but there was a cockiness in it that allowed her to glimpse the man he would become, and it thrilled her.

“Maybe not today.” Holly smiled as she pulled on her gloves. “But after tomorrow night?” She leaned over and brushed her lips against his ear, feeling him shiver as she whispered, “Your life will never be the same.”

There was no arrogance in her words and she left him there with them, his eyes glazed with anticipation.

And yet, she knew…he had no idea.

* * * *

“Breathe.”

Her whispered words seemed to force the air from his lungs in a long, trembling exhale. They were both completely nude-she started virgins that way, with no pretenses or defense-and although his cock was like a steel rod nestled against the crevice of her behind as she straddled him, she ignored it completely, focusing her eyes