At Starlink Apartment,
When Damien came downstairs, wrapped in a bathrobe, he saw Vivienne enjoying her drink on the couch, crossing her long legs while watching television. The silk had slipped down to her hips, revealing lacy underwear that left little to the imagination.
As if Vivienne had just noticed his presence, she rose gracefully. The hem brushed against her slender thighs in a way that could drive men wild. She turned off the television and passed by him.
She served him and began eating quietly.
The more he tried to focus on eating, the more his eyes shifted to her. Her flawless cleavage, the way her hair caressed her swells, and the way her lips pouted every time she took a sip of red wine.
The dining hall was filled only with the sound of silverware against fine china, but the temperature in the air was rising drastically.
