Making a Scene
“It had felt as though I’d had a neon sign over my head announcing that fact, even though I’d known I was overreacting. I’d managed to get the work Stella had wanted finished, but I didn’t hold out hope that the quality was any good.
The wrist cuffs and collar were tucked into my shoulder bag, but I was still self-conscious about my naked pussy beneath my skirt as I walked out onto the street. Get home and get changed. Everything else can wait— “Nell.”
I spun to find Marc leaning against the wal...l, and instantly my own worries receded. He looked on edge, though glad to see me. Despite his obvious tension, I took a moment to admire his Italian-suited figure as he came towards me.
“Hi,” I managed.
Marc cupped my cheek in his hand, his focus intense. He didn’t seem to care that we were right out at the front of the building, and that people might see us together. “You okay?”
“Sure. I should be asking you that question—he really laid into you back there.”
Marc studied me for a moment more before letting his hand drop.MoreLess
The wrist cuffs and collar were tucked into my shoulder bag, but I was still self-conscious about my naked pussy beneath my skirt as I walked out onto the street. Get home and get changed. Everything else can wait— “Nell.”
I spun to find Marc leaning against the wal...l, and instantly my own worries receded. He looked on edge, though glad to see me. Despite his obvious tension, I took a moment to admire his Italian-suited figure as he came towards me.
“Hi,” I managed.
Marc cupped my cheek in his hand, his focus intense. He didn’t seem to care that we were right out at the front of the building, and that people might see us together. “You okay?”
“Sure. I should be asking you that question—he really laid into you back there.”
Marc studied me for a moment more before letting his hand drop.MoreLess
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