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  shoes at the door as soon as he arrived home was removed. He lived in North Beach, on Filbert Street, one block from the church of San Pedro and San Pablo, was a neighborhood with a strong Italian flavor, because the immigrants from Italy settled in that place late in 1920; It was characterized by three-story buildings, compact, rebuilt and painted in bright colors. There were a variety of restaurants to choose from, because their skills were not the best cook what was a single woman and little available for the kitchen? Surround yourself with strategic places where I could ask the best to offer the sector.

  The apartment was on the second floor. It was an explosion of colors and comfort, sofa three seats red, invited to lie down and not get up in a while, a chair, upholstered in beige and red also puff. A wooden coffee table, bought in a store Sauzalito, classic dining table with four seats and beige upholstered chairs, backed by a cabinet with decorative plates and a set of silver inheritance from her grandmother. lively and colorful paintings that reflect the personality of its owner. When climbing three steps, was the door of the guest room, it was a room that had adapted as a studio painted in bright colors, with various fabrics unfinished paintings and oil paintings, watercolors and acrylics of all colors, it was his hobby. At the bottom was his room, a double bed with canopy and multicolored bedspread, two nightstands and beautiful antique lamps.

  Three-quarters of its vestier were occupied by shoes; addiction, shoes of all formal and informal colors, how many kinds of materials had and models that may exist, there coexisted in harmony from her Manolo Blahnik shoes to his shoes to walk through the park.

  After unpacking the suitcase, he went to greet his neighbor on the first floor, Mrs. Anne Marlowe. It was an old lady Lori wanted to like her grandmother.

  Lori, goes dear, to days not enjoy your company.

  Lori returned the salute and entered the apartment of the elderly; surprised as every time he came to visit, the room was a jumble of colors and styles ranging from the twenties to the fashion of the eighties. Only she could combine carvings and ancient patinas with steel and beveled mirrors, other than accumulated amount of things, books, magazines, newspapers. Lori did not care, I just thought that someone would take much cachivache take weeks to organize everything. In the main living room couch, as king, Gaspar was the cat that sometimes he did his tricks and looked at her with cold indifference.

  You want a hot chocolate? Anne did not care that they were in the spring for her the weather was always cold.

  No, thank Anne, I wanted to know how you kept your knee pain.

  -Same Daughter, this arthrosis not let me. Gaspar was lost again yesterday.

  'You must not worry about that, always returns.

  Yes dear, it is how men, when he ends his adventure, back where he finds shelter and safe food.

  Lori burst out laughing.

  -It is true.

  Lori chatted a while longer with her and returned home, after dinner one heated in the oven lasagna microwave half bottle of wine was taken and danced alone to the rhythm of the music of Adam Levine, before going to sleep, he thought, that it was the closest thing to exercise, loathed gyms.

  chapter IV

  Lori took him along with his team three months, have listed what would be the new campaign of Admiral Hotel. Three weeks after the first meeting, he presented an outline of structured concept and strategies to be followed in the department of advertising and marketing firm which in turn, would be those who would try to Lori. They would be responsible for presenting the progress owners, that the relaxed visibly. He traveled several times to Los Angeles and Las Vegas. He gave free rein to their creativity and did a job that was proud. The budget had lagged a bit, but the result and the return would be worth it. San Francisco hotel was already in the process of remodeling and Nick de la Cruz had returned to live in the city. He had not spoken with her friend Julia thereon; I was engaged to marry a tycoon hotel industry. Lori did not like much the new relationship, but she insisted that she was happy.

  The second meeting with Michael Donelly was given in mid-summer in the temporary offices in San Francisco hotel.

  They had rented a place in the center of the city while remodeling was ongoing.

  Lori arrived at the office early in the morning. He had chosen a tailor skirt and navy blue jacket and white silk blouse. one minute He sat in the waiting room, before the secretary invited her to follow.

  He took her to a boardroom in another room, where the hotel staff who had worked with Lori previous months, the received.

  Louis Porter a woman in her thirties and very attractive, greeted her professional smile. Sam Parker, head of marketing department, an attractive man with brown eyes, devoted a friendly greeting and a warm smile. The door opened suddenly and the three friends made their appearance. Men were too handsome, passing, exuded an aura of pure power, personality and energy of the trio of friends, he had reminded a powerful reflector annulling the dark. Mike highlighted over others, releasing a stinging comment.

  The effusively greeted Nick Yea, Lori, made Mike a jaw muscle contracted him. He looked at her as a lopsided smile, "smile", dressed his face, he changed the woman presses. "Professionalism above all, Lori, you've had months to mature this meeting."

  Hey, Mike, nice to see you again.

  Mike came, he shook hands, this time did not give kiss on the cheek. She returned the courtesy, sat beside her and the smell of strawberries, sea and summer, it drunk. He was aware of it, while making the introduction to what presented below. Her hair, but hair smooth. He liked it better as it was in his student days Where were her curls? Came to mind a vision, he stroking the blond and abundant hair and burying his face in. Whoops! Where did that ?, I had never touched.

  Lori got up and ready beamer, began his presentation. The appearance of the new logo in third dimension on what would be the hotel in San Francisco, surprised the two men. Successful decision, Lori satisfied was said, had put the logo on already built and renovated hotels, Mike would have remembered Grandma and predisposes against the new art.

  -The Marketing department, conducted a study to potential hotel guests, here is the report; their habits when they travel, what they hope to find activities they like to do, favorite foods. They are distributed by demographic. In this other chart grouped the different reasons for traveling, the needs are different for a family vacation or coming from an executive who spends the night for work. We want to change a bit the concept ...

  Mike was distracted by the sight of Lori, the holy skirt was rather short, showed off her slender legs and heels, was fetishist shoes women, those heels should be banned outside the bedroom. Too strips, too much perfume, too much woman. the knot of his tie and shifted in his chair. He needed to sleep with someone. He forced himself to great effort to focus on exposure.

  -Advertising For different media is made, radio, newspapers, blogs tourism and trade will see below.

  It appeared the commercial on the screen, smart, going to the point and wide recall.

  The two partners exchanged a look of understanding.

  Mike knew that Lori was excellent professional, he worked very well on his own but not to that extent. It was very gifted, dedication to his career, common sense and intelligence noticeable.

  -The Website needs a few minor adjustments. Will be operational on Monday, I made the changes you requested. He turned to Mike. It came out a little more expensive, due to the virtual tour.

  'What so little? Nick wanted to know.

  Do not worry, Nick, it will be worth Lori said calmly.

  And continued for nearly two hours, organizing what was to be held thereafter, the budget share touched with Peter.

  'Well, what do you think?

  -this Was what I wanted Mike said.

  Very good job, Lori, have a lot of talent Nick said.

  The meeting ended half an hour later. Nick and Peter parted and while Lori picked up his briefcase, Mike dispatched to other employees.

  When he spoke, he did n
ot say what she expected. Any comments on the commercial or any criticism about the logo? Do not.

  Where are your curls?

  Lori stroked her hair.

  -I like it so.

  Mike frowned.

  You were lovely curls, tell me that this hairstyle is not a definitive concoction.

  She gave a weak smile.

  No is your problem, Mike.

  What is it, Lori? Why since we saw each other again treat me as if I'd done something?

  He felt ridiculous, was not known, speaking of curls and hair and making stupid claims. The look she gave him through him.

  'I Do not look so said in a voice lower than she wanted.

  Lori took his briefcase. Mike grabbed his arm.

  I know when a woman looks at me in a certain way.

  Lori raised her eyebrows haughtily.

  What is it, Mike, I'm not upset because most the fan club?

  -Is not that, principessa ...

  Lori abruptly let go of the mooring and eyes darting said:

  -Do not call me that way! I'm not your principessa.

  Mike looked at her strangely, was not that great.

  Excuse me, Lori, I came out without thinking.

  Mike was filled with certainties, by their attitude to something as simple as calling it by that name, had reacted very badly and that can only mean a damn thing, had wronged in some of its legendary lagoons. He let go, and at the door, she turned to face him.

  'I avisas with your secretary, for when is the next meeting.

  -Shit! Mike blurted as he was alone.

  Lori left the mortified as could be building. He should not have reacted like that, after nearly seven years, it should not matter. He had good relations after him, had fallen in love several times, he had intimated good men and not so good. The problem was that he cared, feel his closeness made him go on a trip to the past, what happened that night in the library ...

  Come here, principessa.

  Lori did not think twice and reached him. Mike cupped her face and gaze asked:

  'Did you kiss someone who has put so hot as to leave aside all caution?

  Lori they had kissed many times, but never was tempted to reach more with anyone until Mike. He did not answer.

  He kissed her again. His mouth traced a path down her cheek until the earlobe.

  'They Have touched? Has anyone noticed how soft and hot you are?

  No one had touched and words rather than startle increased their excitement, melted between her legs and kissed him desperately. Mike lifted her taking her by the buttocks and stuck to the shelf of books. The he wedged against the pelvis. Lori felt his erection. Mike stroked her legs to turn up the robe over her thighs.

  -Are you sure? No stop staring at her face. We can stop here.

  -Do not!

  Mike's lips began a tour of the cheek and down to the neck.

  Your skin is very soft. -Deep breath-. Delicious.

  He unbuttoned pajama top and appeared her beautiful breasts. Lori blushed again.

  You have answered me-not anyone ...?

  -Do not.

  Tell me we're doing well, 'I principessa he said breathing heavily.

  The he regaled with his eyes. At that time he did not seem drunk. He was lucid appearance.

  Touch me, Mike, touch me.

  Lori knew the exact moment when Mike capitulated and his mind went blank.

  You've got lovely breasts pink nipples, makes my mouth water. He brushed his cheek and Lori let out a breath.

  I knew you would like that, you've imagined it many times.

  The young man kissed the nipple and feel arch, and lifted her legs around his thighs, he carried her to the sofa where he settled under it. She vibrated in the arms of Mike, instead of showing timid, he pulled the shirt and reveled in his bare torso petted will. Mike tangled with the buttons on the fly but within seconds he was unclothed. Watching him, the faint blush of Lori, moved to crimson red.

  -I want to touch you! she said in a whisper.

  Surprised and delighted, he took her hand and led her to his hard penis. His body tensed to feel his fingers imprisoning. He snorted at the caress.

  Mike slid his hands down the thighs, waist circumference and inside her panties, the tips of her fingers grazed her pubis and a delicate touch, opened her lips.

  -You're wet.

  She responded with a gasp.

  I'll make you burn. You will see.

  He gave one of his smiles, as he lowered his underwear. With his thumb he gave many strokes.

  Yes, well, keep it up.

  She moved beneath him, in older that time dance, his matted hair brushed against him, excited to the extreme and in the midst of his confusion said he would have to go slowly.

  I need to try on.

  He knelt before her and spread her legs. He kissed and caressed her inner thighs. And then he kissed her between the legs as well as he had done with his mouth.

  Surprised by the audacity of Mike, he was silent for a few seconds. But when the feelings swirled, he gasped between spasms of pleasure.

  -Mike.

  To arch your back, answer to what Mike's mouth caused him, he literally devoured her lips and tongue. He grabbed his head with hands and ceiling and everything around them faded, while scorching heat pierced her thighs, the center of the legs and breasts. When finished knew it would not be the same. And then he slowly buried in it. He gritted his teeth and without taking his eyes off me began to move slowly, stopped a few moments before the wince and felt miserable. Lori had to give her virginity to a man who loved her and kissed the floor in its path and not a guy like him, unable to hold a good feeling for a woman. But it was late, I was in between her legs and she offered him an unimaginable pleasure. For grain alpha male, he could not forget that Italian ancestors ran through his veins, it was satisfying to know that no one had touched to him. He promised that everything would be different tomorrow talk to her without Nebula alcohol. Suddenly an intense pleasure grew with each thrust, fire and dragged him to singe plunged over a precipice of pleasure, being breathless and sweaty.

  They were separated and were one cuddled while. Lori heart could not fit him in the chest. They dressed and lay on the couch. Mike was soon asleep.

  Lori returned to his room in a cloud of happiness chased away all evil thought, had felt some pain, but it was nothing compared to the intense pleasure it gave him. He had not used protection. He could still feel his hands, his lips and his cock inside her was amazing. He was embarrassed by his behavior, had rushed him, it was not that he was so badly passing. He dismissed all doubts corner of his mind. They would have to talk. For the first time in a year, Mike had seen and treated as a woman. It was a good start, wanted to help, give happiness to your life, to smile more often.

  He got up early, showered and put on a pair of dark shorts and pink shirt strips. The house was silent, his parents and Peter were still asleep. The hair was collected in a bow and prepared to go to the kitchen to prepare a special breakfast to Mike. He wanted to hold her, kiss her and tell her principessa in that tone of voice that melted. He did not want to delude too, but not cost anything to dream. He craved that shared night had the same meaning for him. I knew it had something of a hangover, he prepared a vegetable juice and while beating so clumsy wheat flour with milk and eggs, and it was not conversant in the kitchen, singing a song from your music player. The dish with pancakes grew, and the volume of his voice, a few lay in the trash, still smiling turned with the spatula to the cake, when her eyes met squarely with Mike, got scared and I had ended up in the hands on the floor. He released headphones and bent to pick up the trail.

  A tall, scowling Mike, red eyes and always look unsympathetic when he received the spatula with pieces of dough on top of the counter. He was very handsome, was so rumpled and his shirt untucked and dark jaw that made her look sexy and wild Lori loved both. He even greeted her, she went straight to the cabinet where they kept the glasses and went to the refrigerat
or.

  Lori swallowed disappointment, not yet lost hope.

  -As are you this morning? I made vegetable juice. I figured you were hungover.

  Mike rubbed his eyes slowly. Then he put his hand around his neck and rubbed it for destensionarlo.

  How do you know I have a hangover? Mike blurted without even looking, walked to the refrigerator, opened it, ignored the juice and took a bottle of water. He served in the glass, took a long sip and left it in place.

  Mike put both hands on the table and looked confused, waiting for his answer.

  Do not you remember what happened last night? she asked.

  I do not remember anything special.

  Lori's chest sank and his heart started beating so strongly that made it difficult to breathe My God! What the hell had done! To hide the nerves he began to clean the counter and put in place the containers.

  Stop, you're making me dizzy.

  Lori abruptly raised his head and watch confirmed she did not remember what happened hours earlier. At that moment he wished he had not gotten up in the middle of the night and have gone the stupid book. They had not even used protection.

  Mike oblivious to what happened to Lori, sat down and away the plate with pancakes.

  -Retíralos, Or I spew up. They have very good.

  Lori's heart was sinking deeper, invaded so deep indignation, did the man who stood before her, but against herself, anyway he retaliated with him.

  'Then get out of my kitchen, you're nothing but a drunk and who are not asking me something.

  'No need to get so upset snapped a smile. I know, are you in those days?

  Lori flushed, bright-eyed and trembling mouth approached him.

  Get out of my kitchen, better yet, get out of this house before contamines my family after all they have done for you.

  Mike raised his arms in peace and left the place. Lori dropped the rag clutched and ran up the stairs. Upon reaching the solitude of his room, he collapsed in tears on the bed.