Baroness Natasha Periladay shook her hair, inhaling deeply, then she opened the bathroom door, a sweet smile on her lips.
She was outside Salvena.
She had taken a business trip with an acquaintance on Friday, and they had ended up spending the large part of the evening after their business was concluded together.
She had talked. He had listened.
He had asked whether she wanted to go somewhere where they could enjoy music and watch people dance the night away.
She had agreed.
Fifteen minutes after they had been seated, she had hit the dance floor with someone who had asked.
Ten minutes later, he was the one dancing with her.
She had whispered something in his ear and his fair skin had turned such a color that she wanted to see if it went lower than his face and neck.
At two a.m. sh
