His phone started vibrating in his pocket, like a basin of cold water pouring onto the flames of his desires. He wanted to take out the phone and throw it far, into the park's pond, but knew he couldn't. This call could only be from the boss, who must have something to discuss with him. His eyes darkened, his thin lips left that delicate skin, and he picked up the phone with one hand.
"Come over right now." The voice on the phone was commanding and authoritative, impossible to resist, making people obey his orders even through the airwaves.
He set Eliza Bell down, her body still trembling. With one hand on his shoulder, she gently gathered her torn clothes with the other, her little face flushed as she trembled and asked, "Do you have something to do...?"
Julian Carter gazed deeply at her; she was so alluring and tempting now, but today was not the day.
