Shaira was dressed in another of Zavier’s dress shirts, the expensive item of clothing skimming her soft thighs.
It was a miracle she could even walk, considering how many times they had gone at it in the hot tub.
They made their way down the carpeted hallway because a servant had come to tell them that dinner was ready.
Shaira’s eyes widened as they stepped into the dining room. She had been here before during the tour so it wasn’t the sheer size and magnificence of the dining room that surprised her but the amount of food laid out.
How would they be expected to finish even a quarter?
Zavier guided her to her seat, pulling out a chair for her to help her sit.
He practically doted on her and it made Shaira’s heart swell with warm emotions.
Dinner was filled with a soft, flirty atmo
