<div class="floatleft">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/female%20characters/0fad661f-2097-45f4-bf1d-23e897b819e7_zpstsde0are.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Indira Quinn<br/><strong>Status:</strong> Employee - Hotel Director<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong> August 8, 2018 | 2:00 p.m.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Cliff beside a waterfall<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Yellow bikini<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Andres Oliveira <strong>Mentioned:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong> None</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Yep. Andres was dangerous alright. Her worry had been confirmed with the lightest of touches and abated with the most sinful of sensations snaking throughout her being. She could hardly breathe. Was scared to in fact, lest the momentary trance shatter under the weight of real life expectation and responsibility. <br/><br/>It was she that had moved closer instead of pulling away but it was Andres who took control. For a second as her eyes met his something sparked, awakened, but under the exploratory stroke of his hands it banked down to a simmer. Waiting. Expectant. Between his mouth on her neck and his words in her ears Indira was wound tight, anticipation coiling like exquisite torture. Tighter and tighter it grew, each word tugging at the need she'd thought she'd buried.<br/><br/>"Andr--" His name was cut off in a gasp as he pulled her hair and forced her eyes up to his. Positioned as they were, so close, the eye contact was beyond intimate. Indira felt as if every secret she owned was laid bare for a long moment before the haze of desire rose to shroud it all from view. Then his lips were there to offer but a ghost of a kiss. <br/><br/>A brush to either side of her mouth, one and two, brought her lashes down to shutter her dark gaze. The teasing touches leaving behind tingles in their wake. <br/><br/>The third time though. That was the charm.<br/><br/>His word echoed in her head and right there in that very instant Indira was forced to admit it all. She had wanted to jump. She wanted to fall.<br/><br/>"What are you doing to me?"<br/><br/>The question was rhetorical, each motion brushing her lips against his. His answer was irrelevant. Whatever spell had been worked, whatever decision made, it was done. Indira felt the tension at the back of her scalp ease and rose up on her tip toes. Her arms encircled Andres' neck and this time she kissed him without reservation. The initial soft touch increased until her hunger slipped its bindings to push harder. Her fingers spread upward into the soft, short hair at the back of his neck and her tongue licked a heated trail along the seam of his mouth.<br/><br/>"I think, Andres, that you're a bad influence." Which was apparently precisely what she needed if the subtle way she was rubbing against him was to be believed.<br/><br/></span>