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Robert over onto his back, she started to climb on top of
him. She started to slide onto him. She had just gotten the head of
his manhood in her when there was a knock on the door. What a bad
time for housekeeping, she thought. She looked at Robert with a
smile on his face. She will get rid of them, tell them to come back
later, and return to mounting him. Quickly putting on her bathrobe,
she went to the door and opened it.
     
    "Room service!" exclaimed Mitch, Jr. with a
devilish smile on his face. He pushed the cart through the door
where he could see a man's feet on the bed. Emily stopped the cart
by pushing hard on the door. She had to use both hands to shut the
door, allowing her bathrobe to open, revealing her naked body to
Mitch.
     
    "What are you doing!" she yelled. "Get
out!"
     
    "I thought I'd celebrate with some champagne!
Just trying to be nice!" He said as he was gradually being pushed
back out the door. She slammed the door shut. Mitch smiled. He got
what he came for. Plus, a glimpse of her trim body. Robert
recognized that voice.
     
    "Jesus Christ! What a prick!" she exclaimed.
She turned around to see Robert in her bed, sitting up, and his
once-erect penis now flaccid.
     
    " Mitch
Ashton! " he said. "What the hell?"

    ****
     
    The abrupt intrusion killed their mood. They
held each other as they talked on the bed. Robert wondered aloud
why Mitch would barge into Emily's room with champagne. Was he some
kind of wolf? Why would he do that to her? Why not invite them to a
private dinner? Why her room and not his? They decided to play it
cool with the incident. Maybe Mitch had the best intentions, but
got carried away, Robert thought aloud. Emily went silent on the
reasons why, but a chill went up her spine again. She was praying
that it wouldn't get any worse, but it could. Robert was totally
confused. Emily was realizing this could get ugly.
     
    They agreed to participate in the
conference separately. A couple hours later, she emerged from her
room, dressed in her most conservative outfit. She went light on
her makeup. She made her way down to the smaller ballroom where the
retirement happy hour event was underway. The crowd of people there
would make it safer for her. She would be seen with other people,
too, and not Robert. A good
plan, she thought, but she did risk the possibility of running into
Mitch. She mingled and chatted, getting introduced to some
important people, and talked business.
     
    Mitch whispered behind her ear, startling
her. "Hey there, want a drink?" He handed her a white wine. She
took it, thanking him politely, if not a bit coldly. She wanted to
know why he did what he did. She took pains to keep her voice low,
but the look on her face spoke reams.
     
    "I went a little overboard. I'm sorry. I get
playful at times. I get pushy. I wanted to celebrate the upcoming
purchase of X-3850 with you with some champagne." he said, smiling
like he was enjoying himself.
     
    "Robert is the CEO. Why didn't you celebrate
with him?" she asked tersely.
     
    "Because I'd rather celebrate with
you, Kimber ," he said firmly,
looking directly into her eyes. He held her gaze, reading her
reaction. "Fifteen years ago. You. Me. The pool house. I remember
like it was yesterday. You wouldn't expect me to forget a moment
like that, would you?"
     
    Mitch continued, still staring at her,
"You've made something of yourself, Kimber . I'm impressed. You have to be smart to
get your PhD. Hats off to you. Now, the purchase of your drug just
got a bit more complicated. I'm sure you have shares in NobleCor,
so you will profit richly from this buy. Once again, you will be
making some serious money, only this time, probably in the
millions, not thousands."
     
    Emily stared at him, wondering where he was
leading with all of this. "What are your plans with X-3850?" she
asked. In the back of her mind were her mom and her condition.
X-3850 would cure her condition. Soon, she could be cured and stop
paying for the