Adam Jones could hardly contain himself at this moment; the one time he had touched her four years ago had left him with an insatiable longing he could not forget.
He had never been overly indulgent in desire, but now, at his age, the only woman he had ever been with was Elly Campbell. He thought that after so many years, he had long forgotten the shock and covetousness her body had brought him.
But unexpectedly, a mere touch had completely aroused his longstanding yearning for her, spiraling out of control.
Elly Campbell ignored his agonizingly ashen face, feigned calmness as she stood up from him, straightened the wrinkled blouse he had grabbed, and, looking at Adam Jones who had also risen from the carpet, said, "President Jones should be leaving now."
