"Hide and Seek in High Heels: Heading Cassie Lindor off at the Pass.

Lorna had texted her mother a simple message to try and lure the redhead MILF out, “Mom, help! Came to meet you this morning as a surprise. But now I am stuck in the Wet “N” Antics office please come help!”

It didn’t take long for her mom to reply, “sorry Lorn. too risky to come help. Make your way own out. Meet by car bay 37/2 in five and I can give you a lift.”

“What a bitch!” Lorna breathed seeing her mom’s refusal to come help. The irony of the fact that Lorna herself was helping to lure Cassie into a surprise creampie went unnoticed by the teenager.

Grant, his breath still quickened from his last exertions with the teenager, perused the message over Lorna's shoulder. A grin creased his angular jawline, and he barked out a laugh that was as loud as it was unexpected at Cassie casually bailing on her daughter.

He patted Lorna's back, "don't sweat it, kid," he said gruffly, his tone seasoned with the kind of easy assurance that a man in his position could afford, "you’ve made the better choice; we’ll snag you mom.”

Naomi Kato, who was redressing and gathering her wits after their recent tryst, cast a sharp glance at the message. Her lips, plush and more often curved in a cool smile rather than frowns, were pressed tightly in a line. "Cassie is playing it smart, which is precisely what we need to do now. She's not just going to waltz around the office during this chaos. Bay 37/2, huh?" she mused, flicking an imaginary speck of dust from her sleeve.

Naomi's keen eyes flickered with realization as she made the connection, "bay 37/2, that’s in the commercial car park section, right? It connects to the North Stairwell in the R&D Department."

Grant was already on the move, "I'll head her off at the stairwell," the competitive fire fuelling his determination, "you two, swing 'round to the main entrance, just in case she tries a slick move and doubles back. We're going to box her in—with nowhere to go, she'll have **** but to face the music."

As Naomi watched Grant's naked retreating figure, a chuckle escaped her lips, the absurdity of it all striking her as comical. "Cutting her off at the pass," she remarked with an amused shake of her head, "like something out of a Wild West showdown." Naomi beckoned to Lorna, the thrill of the hunt awakening a lively spark within her. "Come on, let's round up the cattle," she quipped.

“I didn’t take you for a cowgirl,” said Grant over his shoulder

“Just wait till this evening my dear,” Naomi flirted.