Elise Don returned to the room, her chest heaving, as if she had encountered something thrilling. It took her quite some time to come back to her senses.
The first thing she did was complain about the clothes.
Such thin, fragile fabric dared to be priced in five figures. What right do they have? Elise Don walked into the walk-in closet, undressing while complaining, standing before the full-length mirror in the corner. A pair of thin, white legs on tiptoe touched the ground, her slender waist could barely be held with one hand, and Elise Don paused in the act of removing her nightgown.
The person in the mirror was really a bit... outrageous. No wonder earlier, Oliver Bloom looked at her with eyes that conveyed the same... outrageousness.
Their relationship had cooled recently, but that didn't mean their bodies were devoid of desire.
