I was wearing the white jeans and black halter top this afternoon, sitting on a large blue and red silk lined sofa with two pillows behind my back. My knees were resting at an angle on the table in front of me. I was holding a book on boat engines inside one of art history. I did not hear Marcus enter the library. In fact, I had thought that he was in the kitchen. I was glad that I had covered the book just in case he did walk in.
He noticed my comfortable lean against the plush pillows as he strode forward with a devilish smile. I was listening to Classical music because it relaxes me and he clearly liked that it was his favored style of tune as well. I don’t mind revealing that we have the same taste in music and artwork in common.
I quickly closed the book I was reading on boa
