Amber was seated in our bed, clutching a cup of tea in her hands as she watched me get dressed. She was eying me up, her eyes lingering a little too long on my lower parts. She didn’t even try to hide her ogling me when I raised an eyebrow at her in question.
She flashed me her ring, her lips curling up to a mischievous smirk.
“That ring doesn’t mean you can ogle me like I’m the last piece of chocolate in this house, Tinkerbell.”
Amber bit her lower lip, still not looking embarrassed or guilty for letting her eyes wander my body from head to toe. There was no intention of finishing the game she was starting up. At this point, she was just messing with me.
She flashed me her ring once more.
“I’m glad you like it that much.”
Finishing up my tie and straightening up my jacket I watched
