Our passionate moment was cut short as the heavy door opened. A middle- aged woman dressed in a tailored blue skirt paired with crisped, ironed blouse. Her long legs spotting black pump. her make up applied tastefully in a way that shaved off years off her age but her salt and pepper packed in a neatly bun betraying that. In her hand was a large tray decorated in fruits and a large hamburger greasing in the middle. her face bared no emotions to the event she walked into.
“Madam Rory” Damien announced breathlessly. Pulling away from me. My face flushed with embarrassment. I wanted to bury my face into Damien’s face and disappear into Damien’s muscular arms but I have a feeling that won’t make the situation any less embarrassing.
Madam Rory gave a curt nod to Damien completely ignoring me.
