“How does it look?” Cheryl hovered at Mikhail's shoulder, trying not to be so close as to bump into him.
“Mm.” The tone of his grunt said he wasn't going to give more of an answer for now. He was tapping all over Cheryl's paper with the back of his pen, only occasionally marking it, and the marks themselves were more editorial than corrective—which, of course, was not wholly (or at all) appropriate.
He felt her move away from him, and then his eyes flitted up to wat

Lissa
looked out the van's window as they trundled down the street, the
light of the lamps on the sidewalk throwing shadows across her face.
This was a quiet neighborhood, and at this hour almost no one was
out. The woman in the driver's seat - Lissa didn't know her name and
didn't really want to know - had said this time of night was better
for it.Lissa
didn't want to be here, but Daniel - not Mister, only that when they
were together, though her mind was shifting away from that
distinction - h

They were together in the bedroom, the three of them and then one more. The one more was the center of attention, and it was not hard to see why.
 
Secretly, Lissa preferred to be the center of attention herself - it wasn't in keeping with her role, but she looked forward to her weekends and she enjoyed the feeling of being focused on. The routine itself was comfortable: today, as with every Friday, she had gotten off the freeway one exit earlier than every other day of the week and taken