The tantalizing man did indeed have a press badge clipped to his br**st pocket and a midnight blue pocket cloth peeked out just above it. Sascha had taken him all in while watching him make his way towards her. He stopped several times to shake hands with a few of the designers as well as a handful of people also wearing press passes. Now as he stood there in front of her Sascha was absolutely certain she wasn’t going to regret this. In fact she couldn’t be more positive she would enjoy him immensely. Just imagining it had her mouth beginning to water and her p*ssy dripping. Her predator instincts kicked in as she decided without a doubt he would be her prey tonight.
“Good evening Ms. Sascha,” he drawled in his American accent.
Sascha felt her p*ssy melt a little more, and her fa
