The thought of leaving the restaurant with any evidence of their illicit encounter on her face or clothing was unbearable, and she mentally braced herself for the task ahead. Without any warning, Phil’s hands shot out, his right hand wrapping tightly around Kenna’s ponytail, while his left hand grasped her face. xxx Kenna enjoyed listening in, because she did get to learn more about the industry, but she felt a bit like a third wheel. The alcohol burned its way down her throat, a fleeting distraction from the numbness that had settled over her. The martinis kept coming and since she was talking so little, she found herself finishing off her drink more often than she planned to.
