In the office.

Hank took off all his clothes.

He walked to the bathroom and pushed the door, only to discover it was locked.

“She’s quite alert,” he bit out viciously. Knocking on the door, he shouted, “Thea, open up!”

In the bathroom.

Thea kept splashing her face and even her head with water. Her clothes were soaking wet, clinging to her body and putting her curves on full display.

However, the drugs were powerful. No amount of water could negate their effects.

She grew warmer and warmer.

She felt as if bugs were crawling inside her, a primal desire rising.

She had never felt desire like this before.

She squatted on the floor, pulling at her clothes and scratching at her skin.

Outside the door, Hank’s voice rang out. “Come on, Thea, open up. You want it, don’t you? I’ll make you feel better if you open the door…”

Hank kept teasing her from the outside.

Thea still had her wits about her.

She knew that she could not give in.

She had a husband.

Her husband was James.

She