Samuel
"I want to come with you for the mission."
She demands quietly, standing in the middle of my office, as I look up from the lit screen of my laptop, and watch her take a step toward me, her facial expression stays calm and relaxed, her hands clasped and folded in the front one on the other, her eyes intent on mine.
Watching me.
Studying me.
She wears a white plain blouse and a pair of baggy jeans, her bands fall around her face, no makeup caked on her face, just a baby pink lip balm on her plumpy lips, her long chocolate hair spills at her back, the ends of her locks barely touching her ass. She looks extremely gorgeous, like an angel, like the moon in the dark evening sky.
Like the angel of the night.
However, her demand is barely the opposite, and unfit. There is no way s
