INARA’s POV,
I don’t move an inch until Mr valesquez comes out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and water dripping from his wet hair.
I can’t help but remember how his tongue worked wonders on me yesterday, how he gripped my bum and how he made a mess of everything I represented the night before. I remember how his body shook as he spilled his hot liquid on my hand and how his face broke into a smile when he finally calmed down so how can he tell me to forget about what happened yesterday night? How can I forget it, it was the most beautiful day of my life and he wants me to forget it? Thinking about it, anger envelops me as I watch him walk towards the closet.
“What was the meaning of what you said?” I ask him.
“You heard me correctly, kitten” Mr velasquez answers,
