"Simon" rose to his feet, locking his gaze on her without wavering, as he seductively stripped off her clothes and pants one piece at a time. Layla couldn't make out the details in the soft glow of the dim light, yet she could sense his fiery stare and the silhouette of his well-built physique.
With a mischievous grin, he moved closer to her and remarked, "Now that I've got your money, it makes you my sugar mommy. I must make sure to treat you right."
Layla's mouth went dry after hearing his words, and she struggled to catch her breath as the room seemed to heat up. With a determined effort, she pushed back against his handsome face, inching closer, her voice quivering, "Oh my! If you're running a fever, don't go and seduce me. I have a heart, you know. Here, take my number so you can ca
