Emilia leaned back in her chair, raising her eyebrow as she stared at the screen that few seconds ago revealed the image of a tattooed and freshly showered fine specimen strolling casually across the room.
She adjusted her posture with a smirk planted on her face as she asked, “Claire, who was that guy we just saw on your camera? He looked shady as hell.”
Before Claire could even respond, Sophie’s voice rang out from her feed laced with sarcastic amusement.
“Oh, Oh, don’t even ask. This slut left me all alone in the hotel room to go and risk her life for a quick f**k? Typical Claire, leaving me alone in the hotel room to hunt down dangerous f**k boys.”
she quipped, dramatically as she tossed a parisian pillow over her face in mock despair.
Claire rolled her eyes, the undeniable smirk
