Ramona stared nervously at the door.
At this moment, the footsteps outside the door stopped, probably eavesdropping at the corner of the wall.
Jermaine looked up and saw Ramona's delicate chin, his gaze involuntarily moved down until he saw Ramona's collarbone, and further down, a faint trace of snow-white.
Ramona smelled really good, not the tacky scent of cosmetics, nor the heavy fragrance of perfume, but more like a natural body scent, making her whole being clean and irresistible to be close to.
Suddenly, Ramona shouted,"Mr. Bauer! What are you doing!"
The sudden cry took Ramona by surprise, and she reached out to tug at her own clothes. When she couldn't tear them, she then extended her claws towards Jermaine's shirt.
At the sound of a rip, Jermaine's face immediately dark
