Reed
“Notice anything weird,” I spoke into the little device implanted in my ear. It was so tiny, that no one, even if they stood mere inches from me, wouldn’t notice. I stood next to the bar, where I had a view of everything, but most especially, at my little flower.
She looked so f*****g beautiful in the dress she had on. It was a black ankle-length gown, accentuated with blinks that sparkled with every movement she made. The front had a large cut, passing through her cleavage and ending at her navel. And the slit on the leg did nothing to cover her thigh. If she moved an inch, I would see her pants.
And while she looked like a f*****g goddess, I didn’t want all these perverts’ eye-f*****g her. It made my blood boil with rage, seeing how they looked at her. And Roman, that f*****g b
