LAUREEN'S POV
I walked into the dining room in my night robe to see Tristan standing in all his glory beside the dining table. He was already done with the meal, which surprised me though I knew I had taken a lot of time to freshen up.
He wore simple joggers, but it still did not make anything about him simple, his damp wavy hair did not make it any easier, as well as the way his joggers hung low on his waist.
It seems that when one determines to have s*x, it always sends that message to every other part of one's body, making them sensitive to every movement the other partner makes. This feeling, I must say, made me feel very uncomfortable, and with dirty thoughts in my mind, I swallowed and walked into the room.
“Hello, Mi Lady." Tristan greeted me using a fake Spanish accent as he le
