The Napkin

1968 Words

ZOE I didn't know what to think of this man; my body did it for me because my vúlva throbbed at the sight of his eyes filled with lust. He looked at me in such a... sensual way that it made my legs rub together under the table. God, he was handsome, but not all the sensuality and masculinity that he painfully exuded was going to make me make things easy for him. I actually wanted the hookup, but I had to be sure things went well and that I wouldn't regret it. The napkin was linen, white and perfect. It was a shame to ruin it with a necessary provocation, but it was my precious little thing at stake. Nikolai watched me with that look that you couldn't tell if it was desire or threat. That look that said I want to undress you or fire you, I haven't decided which first. I leaned my body f

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