Palmer raced down the hall trying to seem somewhat inconspicuous. He had already been caught, he knew that one was for sure. At least Marina didn't see him massaging his shaft while he was watching the girls go at it. He was certain of that. He would have gotten off, too if he would have caught them at the beginning of their love making session. Who WAS this girl, anyway? He was dumbfounded. He had never before met a girl who had such an instant affect on his emotions.
Palmer finally escaped into his room. His breathing was short and full of intensity. "God, damn it!" He cursed at himself. "What is this girl doing to me? I could have a beautiful, succulent, mature blond with huge melons if I wanted to. Instead my body's craving the daughter of my boss." He felt like a demented lunatic and knew he was on dangerous territory.
The curves on her body lingered in his mind; her beautiful crimson lips that he so severely wanted to caress with his mouth and her slightly large breasts that he wanted to savor. Interpreting her face was impossible. She had a stunning face. Her eyes spoke of hidden experiences and had a daring look to them that urged him to want her. Palmer detected that Marina usually got what she wanted and that intrigued him even more. He felt his staff stiffen in his pants. He had to relieve himself before his family jewels became even more discolored.
Just as he was about to unzip his tight Wrangler jeans, he heard a thud. A high pitched squeal echoed through the large house. "What the hell is going on?" Palmer uttered furiously. "Can't a guy get some satisfaction around here without being interrupted?" He jerked the door open irritated that he was even thinking such corrupt thoughts about Marina. He abruptly marched out into the hall.
Marina sat on the sofa in the entertainment room holding her petite foot in her hand as she cursed in agony. She glanced up harshly at Palmer but was too engrossed in her pain to fully recognize his existence.
"What did you do?" Palmer asked suddenly even more short-tempered than when he heard Marina's cry.
Marina was defensive. "It's none of your god damn business," she shouted furiously as she massaged her bruised toe.
The tension in Palmer's face gradually faded. His eyebrows raised sympathetically as he easily strolled over to Marina. "OK, calm down. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so shallow." Palmer lightly seized Marina's foot. Her toe was red and barely swollen. "Poor baby," he said quietly with a small amount of sarcasm in his voice, "Let me get you some ice."
Enraged by his tone of voice, Marina scowled at Palmer. He was making fun of her, she thought. "Don't be going to any trouble for me. I'm fine," she voiced arrogantly. She detested being mocked.
Palmer, irritated by Marina's unpredictable behavior, swung around with a washcloth full of ice. "What is the deal with you, little girl? I'm trying to be nice and you get all pissed off at me. If you were a guy I would've just told you to walk it off, but you're a girl, and girls are more sensitive to pain…" His opinion was interrupted by the loud, sharp yell of a very irate girl.
"I'm not a little girl! You're an asshole," she screamed uncontrollably. Her blue eyes darkened with hostility.
Palmer was taken by surprise as he watched the young woman's temper flare. His annoyance was soon overtaken by a staggering arousal. There is something totally bizarre and immoral about these feelings, he thought. He was disgusted by his uncontrollable desire to throw Marina down on the couch and greedily take her right there in the entertainment room. Palmer licked his full, appealing lips. Everything he was taught about mixing business with pleasure dissolved instantly. He was captured by a combination of hunger and excitement. His erection was so hard it hurt.
Palmer strolled casually over to Marina and sat down on the couch next to her. He attempted to control his troubled mind and lightly placed the wash cloth on Marina's foot. Marina jumped, painfully irritated by the sudden change of temperature. She tried to ignore the discomfort in Palmer's eyes as he sat on the edge of the couch observing her.
Palmer slowly leaned over and caught Marina by surprise as he started nibbling on her desirable lips. "What are you doing?" Marina shoved him back. She wanted Palmer, but she was too busy being upset to even think about intimate relations with him at this time.
"Damn it, Marina, you're such a tease," Palmer expressed, insulted by the sudden blow to his ego. "You give me all kinds of signals that you want me, then you push me away when I try to be with you. I am so tired of dealing with women like you."
Marina jumped up in a huff, suddenly forgetting about the pain that was shooting up her foot. She staggered up the stairs and into her bathroom. She started a bath for herself. It was the only way she could relax and forget about the anger that was built up inside her. She poured bubble bath into the warm running water and closed her eyes as she settled into the bathtub.
Palmer was furious. Girls before her had never turned him down. He didn't know what to think about Marina. Why didn't he just call one of the girls from his book to boost his ego back up? That's what I'll do, he thought. His thoughts were detached when a sleepy-eyed Simone came stumbling down the stairs. Palmer's piercing brown eyes gleamed as a plan formed in his overconfident mind.
