<strong>Julian's Room (Noted, because we may stray from the room at various points)</strong><br/><br/>Lena felt a warning spasm as Julian led her to his room with a shortly worded command.<em>No, no,</em>she thought,<em>I’m too sensitive</em>. Not every word from a man is an attempt to dominate and control. She chewed on her lower lip and stole a look at this man from under lowered lashes. Her mind toyed with options.<br/><br/>Following Julian slowly into his room, her whiskey hued eyes scanning every detail. But she did not spare him a glance.  Her eyes widened when she realized that she had half-chewed off her lipstick.<br/><br/>Turning, Lena took a deep breath let her gaze rove hungrily over Julian’s body.<br/>Stepping forward, she placed one cool fingered hand on each of his shoulders and leaning against him, so that she could feel every hardened muscle in his chest, claimed him hungrily with her lips. Slowly, her hands roamed down his back, resting briefly on his waist and then caressing the curve of his tight ass.<br/><br/>Still fully dressed in her faded blue jeans and imported green silk blouse, she ground her hips against his, doing her best to arouse her partner.