The next meeting is in another room, and I shamefully watch her ass the entire way. She doesn't move like a girl. She's all woman and only hours away from proving it to me. My hands ache with the need to squeeze the flesh of her thighs and bury my face between her milky legs.

"And this is where the new children's hospital wing will be," someone says, shaking me from my thoughts. I just want to go back to my fantasy.

She's surrounded by benefactors from the charity she works with and they're ...