concealed. The mystery of this packet had her determined to find out somehow.
When Marc finally stepped up to, her cubicle, she tried to act as if she was unconcerned about it and continued to gaze down at some documents that needed her attention.
Marc looked down at her breasts as he cleared his throat.
“Uhhh...Ursula, I have something for you!”
She looked up at him with a surprise expression as she responded, “Oh Marc...you made it up here!
As he handed her the packet he replied, “Yeah...I was just wondering if you’ve heard from India today.”
Ursula was so into observing the packet that she did not hear his question so he repeated it again, “Ursula...have you spoken to India today?”
She stood up with her breasts jiggling as she replied, “No, Marc...I haven’t yet but I’m sure she’ll be calling to check on this packet’s arrival...I told you that I would put in a good word for you, so don’t worry!” “I need to put this away so I’ll talk to you, later!”
She took the packet and began to stroll down toward India’s office leaving him standing there as she thought, “I really need to see what dirt is in here!”
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Later that evening India was still trying to decipher the whole mess she has found herself in as she thought, “I’ve got to find a way to get cleared from this!”
Suddenly her hotel phone rang and she looked at it for a second as she wondered if she should answer it or not. She knew it was not Lady Davenport because she would have rung her cell. She sighed as she picked up the receiver.
“Hello...!”
“Hello...it is you Mademoiselle?”
She smiled as she replied, “Jacques...what a pleasant surprise and congratulations on your company being selected for the contract!”
He laughed and he replied, “It is how you say...funny because I still do not know how we acquired it!” But I am calling because I would like to celebrate tonight with you...I know in a couple of days everyone will be flying back to their destinations and I just wanted to spend some more time with you before we go...what do you say...Mademoiselle India?”
She smiled as she thought about the time already spent with him, thinking of his thick throbbing shaft as she replied, “I would love to celebrate with you!”
“Good...let us meet at the beach swaray around nine okay?”
“That sounds lovely, Jacques...I will see you there!”
As she hung up the phone, she remembered that Lady Davenport wanted her to meet her at the party as well. She thought, “I will meet her but I’m spending the night with Jacques. She quickly strolled into the bedroom, removed all of her clothes, and then strolled into the bathroom to start the shower. As she stepped into the hot running water, she allowed her hair to get wet as the water sprayed down her sexy physique. As she began to lather her sexy curvy legs she thought, “I’ve got to get Lady Davenport to help me to get out of this mess...but I’d have to take the position...what do I do?”
India made it there a little early to the party as she slowly stepped into the extremely exquisite beach mansion. The place was immaculate as the cool Caribbean air and the sound of the ocean waves mingle in with the smooth jazz playing in the ambiance. India searched around to see if Danika or Travis had made it there but she did not see them anywhere. She thought, “I hope that Jacques get here so we can go walk the beach.” Before she could make her way into the main ballroom, Lady Davenport strolled into the foyer seeing her standing there waiting. India turned around slowly as their eyes made direct contact. When India saw her she immediately thought in her mind, “Damn...I was hoping to see her much later...not now...damn here she comes!”
Lady Davenport came over toward her in rapid speed as India watched her approach. It was as if she was an eagle swooping down to seize its prey as she quickly reached out and grabbed her right hand, looking her straight in the eyes as she said, “Follow me...!”
India smiled slightly as she felt a strong tingle in her sex, as she grabbed Lady Davenport’s hand and submitting to her command. They quickly strolled into the main ballroom as she tried to mingle unnoticed.
They wove through the crowd in a disjointed zigzag fashion, trying to approach some wall, any wall. The music was now blaring and the room