affected English accent, "Rule number one,
'Never change the deal.' Rule number two, 'No names' and Rule number three
'Never open the package.'"
Marcy,
as intended, totally lost it.
Jesus
could that woman crack up or what? Mike found his own chest shaking hard as he was
laughing uproariously again, just by watching her uninhibitedly laugh. Talk about
an ice breaker. For the first time that he could remember, Mike was honestly
glad that he looked like the famous movie star.
When
they both caught their breath, he motioned her to the dark leather sofa. Marcy was
still giggling as they both sat down. "Did you manage to fill out your
forms?" he asked.
"Oh,
yes," she said and pulled the paperwork from her handbag, passing them to
him. As she bent toward him he caught her subtle scent. Vanilla? Sandalwood
perhaps? It made something low in his belly tighten.
Jesus.
Why was he so damn attracted to this woman?
He
took the papers and as he did so his hand made contact with hers. An electric
zing zapped his skin. Sensual heat flowed through him, just from that one touch. Wow.
Mike
studied her for a moment, to see if she was aware of his reaction. Marcy Paget
met his gaze guilelessly, still wearing that delicious grin. Holy shit. Her lips were soft and pink and full. Mike became aware of an overwhelming
impulse to kiss her. His cock immediately stiffened, becoming painfully hard.
Get
a grip, Thompson, he told himself.
His
throat was thick, so he cleared it, and took a cursory look through the
documents. "This is what I am going to do," he said. "I'll read
through this, and ask any questions that may come up as I go. Sound okay to
you?"
"Sure."
Mike
brought out a pen and they began. The basic questions of schooling, place of
birth and such were easy. André told him what he knew of her financial issues
with her ex, and her daughter. Her background check aligned with her statements
on the form. Getting through the paperwork was straightforward. As far as he
could tell, Marcy was an average girl with a fairly typical American
upbringing.
"Alright,
here we are," Mike said pulling out a sheet of paper. "This
non-disclosure form, did you read it?"
"Oh,
yes. It was pretty comprehensive."
"Any
questions?"
She
shrugged. "Not really. I can't imagine what I would want to disclose to
anyone. I suppose famous or important people come here all the time? André is a
relationship counselor, right?"
Mike
smiled. "He certainly is."
"Well
I won’t know any secrets anyway. I mean, how would I?"
"We'll
go into the details later today," he reassured her, handing her his pen
and putting the paperwork on a clipboard. "For now, you sign and I'll
witness."
Marcy
Paget had a financial millstone to the tune of $45,000 around her neck. The
debt was to Spring Valley Medical Hospital, and she was paying a small amount
of that debt off weekly. When Mike asked her about it, Marcy explained how her
mother died a year ago, but needed extensive treatment before she passed.
"I'm
so sorry for your loss," he said. The words sounded empty, yet there was
real compassion in them. Mike's own grief always seemed close to the surface.
"Thank
you," Marcy said. "I was lucky to have her as long as I did. She was
the best mother in the whole world."
"So
now… you have no one?" Mike asked, aware that her father died a few years
before. That knowledge hurt, creating a strange ache in his chest. He considered
his own parents and siblings, nieces and nephews. Crazy as they could be at
times, he loved them. What was the point of it all without family? How did this
woman manage on her own?
Marcy
beamed a large genuine smile in response to his question, and this surprised
him.
"Oh,
no," Marcy said. "I have a beautiful seven year old daughter who is a
fantastic kid. I'm really lucky. And honestly I've been so busy that I haven’t
had time for anything except work and Katie. But my best friend moved to L.A.,
hoping to get into the movie business, so I guess you could
'Never change the deal.' Rule number two, 'No names' and Rule number three
'Never open the package.'"
Marcy,
as intended, totally lost it.
Jesus
could that woman crack up or what? Mike found his own chest shaking hard as he was
laughing uproariously again, just by watching her uninhibitedly laugh. Talk about
an ice breaker. For the first time that he could remember, Mike was honestly
glad that he looked like the famous movie star.
When
they both caught their breath, he motioned her to the dark leather sofa. Marcy was
still giggling as they both sat down. "Did you manage to fill out your
forms?" he asked.
"Oh,
yes," she said and pulled the paperwork from her handbag, passing them to
him. As she bent toward him he caught her subtle scent. Vanilla? Sandalwood
perhaps? It made something low in his belly tighten.
Jesus.
Why was he so damn attracted to this woman?
He
took the papers and as he did so his hand made contact with hers. An electric
zing zapped his skin. Sensual heat flowed through him, just from that one touch. Wow.
Mike
studied her for a moment, to see if she was aware of his reaction. Marcy Paget
met his gaze guilelessly, still wearing that delicious grin. Holy shit. Her lips were soft and pink and full. Mike became aware of an overwhelming
impulse to kiss her. His cock immediately stiffened, becoming painfully hard.
Get
a grip, Thompson, he told himself.
His
throat was thick, so he cleared it, and took a cursory look through the
documents. "This is what I am going to do," he said. "I'll read
through this, and ask any questions that may come up as I go. Sound okay to
you?"
"Sure."
Mike
brought out a pen and they began. The basic questions of schooling, place of
birth and such were easy. André told him what he knew of her financial issues
with her ex, and her daughter. Her background check aligned with her statements
on the form. Getting through the paperwork was straightforward. As far as he
could tell, Marcy was an average girl with a fairly typical American
upbringing.
"Alright,
here we are," Mike said pulling out a sheet of paper. "This
non-disclosure form, did you read it?"
"Oh,
yes. It was pretty comprehensive."
"Any
questions?"
She
shrugged. "Not really. I can't imagine what I would want to disclose to
anyone. I suppose famous or important people come here all the time? André is a
relationship counselor, right?"
Mike
smiled. "He certainly is."
"Well
I won’t know any secrets anyway. I mean, how would I?"
"We'll
go into the details later today," he reassured her, handing her his pen
and putting the paperwork on a clipboard. "For now, you sign and I'll
witness."
Marcy
Paget had a financial millstone to the tune of $45,000 around her neck. The
debt was to Spring Valley Medical Hospital, and she was paying a small amount
of that debt off weekly. When Mike asked her about it, Marcy explained how her
mother died a year ago, but needed extensive treatment before she passed.
"I'm
so sorry for your loss," he said. The words sounded empty, yet there was
real compassion in them. Mike's own grief always seemed close to the surface.
"Thank
you," Marcy said. "I was lucky to have her as long as I did. She was
the best mother in the whole world."
"So
now… you have no one?" Mike asked, aware that her father died a few years
before. That knowledge hurt, creating a strange ache in his chest. He considered
his own parents and siblings, nieces and nephews. Crazy as they could be at
times, he loved them. What was the point of it all without family? How did this
woman manage on her own?
Marcy
beamed a large genuine smile in response to his question, and this surprised
him.
"Oh,
no," Marcy said. "I have a beautiful seven year old daughter who is a
fantastic kid. I'm really lucky. And honestly I've been so busy that I haven’t
had time for anything except work and Katie. But my best friend moved to L.A.,
hoping to get into the movie business, so I guess you could
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