Teaching The Little Intern I
A low growl of an engine broke the silence of the hospital's garage, and she turned to look, the headlights from the car momentarily blinding her. A sleek, dark sedan, a model she recognized as his, glided to a stop a few feet away. The driver's side window purred down, revealing Don's face, etched in shadow and light. He was her supervisor, and now he was going to take her pussy... just the way he did every night. His dark eyes, usually softened by a professorial gaze, held a predatory glint. A faint scent of his cologne, rich and woody, drifted to her.
"Took you long enough," he murmured, his voice a low thrum that vibrated through the damp air. A corner of his mouth twitched, a hint of a smile. "Or were you having second thoughts this time around?"
Michel
