When Abigail flipped her straight hair that covered her face, Alex noticed the transition within her. She wore a short silk pink nighty beautifully adorned by a robe of matching color that was still unable to cover her b*reasts' cleavage and legs. Her skin glazed underneath the light. Perhaps she had overcome the of waxing. But was it that easy? She ran away from doing so just yesterday.
Whatever it was, she looked so stunning and almost hard to resist. His heart skipped a beat and the enthusiasm he felt through his body made him sweat. Her plan was successful. He had been tempted by her charms; however, he refused to agree when she cleared her throat.
“You are here.”
Alex arched his brow up. “This is my room.” in case she had entered mistakenly and didn't realize it yet.
Abigail savor
