In the office.
Hank took off all his clothes.
He walked to the bathroom and pushed the door, only to discover it was locked.
“She’s quite alert,” he bit out viciously. Knocking on the door, he shouted, “Thea, open up!”
In the bathroom.
Thea kept splashing her face and even her head with water. Her clothes were soaking wet, clinging to her body and putting her curves on full display.
However, the drugs were powerful. No amount of water could negate their effects.
She grew warmer and warmer.
She felt as if bugs were crawling inside her, a primal desire rising.
She had never felt desire like this before.
She squatted on the floor, pulling at her clothes and scratching at her skin.
Outside the door, Hank’s voice rang out. “Come on, Thea, open up. You want it, don’t you? I’ll make you feel better if you open the door…”
Hank kept teasing her from the outside.
Thea still had her wits about her.
She knew that she could not give in.
She had a husband.
Her husband was James.
She would never give herself to anyone else except James.
She sat on the floor, her face as red as a tomato. She looked like she was in pain.
Hank had been calling out for minutes, but Thea still did not open the door.
He was so angry that he started kicking the door. He wanted to kick it down.
Anyway, everyone had gone home. There was no one around. Even if he made a racket, no one would know. He could always get someone to repair the door the next day.
How could he pass on this golden opportunity?
He kicked the door repeatedly.
Once, twice, thrice…
Every kick sent Thea’s heart juddering.
After a few minutes, he finally managed to kick the door down.
He swallowed as he saw Thea squatting on the floor, soaking wet. Her face was beet red. Immediately, she hugged herself. Looking at her, he said playfully, “How do you feel? Terrible? Beg me for it. Beg me and I’ll help you out.”
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