Alisa
I could not help the sheepish grin that crawled up my face at Drey's expression. It made the whole day's effort so worth it. His eyes roamed all over my body, with his mouth jaws hanging wide and his glass of scotch hanging halfway to his lips. I placed a hand on my hips and took a few steps toward him.
I gave a small twirl and wriggled my brows, waiting for him to say anything. But his stare was so piercing that I could almost feel him inside me. "I think eye-f*****g is illegal here in New York," I said with a coy smile.
He snapped out of his revelry and dropped his drink on the table, "No it's not, and no, I'm not eye-f*****g you right now." he said drily and closed the distance between us.
"So, what were you doing?" I teased.
"I was letting my mind wander generously to
