Aria
“Is that so,” Donavan responded putting both hands in his suit pockets, “You look…you look so familiar. It’s like there’s something about you that I… What is your name again?”
“Aria Charleston, Sir.”
“Aria huh.” He licked his lips and closed his eyes as if relishing the name on is tongue, liking the taste of it. When Aria saw this she trembled right there on the spot as if she could feel what he was thinking. The feeling rushed lightning fast from her chest to in between her thighs; she almost attempted to cross her legs casually to fight off the uncomfortable feeling. Donavan looked down at Aria and snickered more to himself than her. He then rubbed his hand through his hair, hesitant to say what was on his mind next. “This is going to sound crazy, but would you mind having lunch
