Carol almost choked on her drink. "The Contessa?? Wow, I, huh. I wouldn't have thought that. They seem like oil and water most of the time. I could have sworn she had something on him just to keep her job!"
Her hand reached up to lay over the back of his neck, fingers kneading at the cords of his neck. "You would notice the rack only. Stop, I need a shower is what I need. Speaking of, mind if I use yours?"