by Demi Alex
How have I, a powerful and rational businesswoman, been reduced to a sex junkie?
The Man in Terminal Two turns my body and soul inside out. He is all I could think of...his pleasure my greatest ambition...his touch my ultimate addiction.
Shivers run up my spine and play at the base of my neck. He appears, bearing lavish gifts and loving discipline. He is my every fantasy. He is my layover liaison.