"Errr...I'm sorry," Halia apologized in a flustered state as she quickly tried to get up.
But, just as she pushed herself off the man's body, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her back down.
Jackson looked at Halia. She was as beautiful as ever. Her long wispy black hair hung teasingly, the ends gently tickling his body as it emitted a gentle floral fragrance. She had no makeup on, but her dewy eyes and naturally rosy cheeks were so alluring that Jackson couldn't take his eyes off her.
He could feel the silkiness of her nightgown on his fingers as it clung to the outlines of her body. How could a man resist such a sight?
"Why are you wearing that?" he asked in a slightly dangerous tone.
Halia brushed back some of her hair and glanced away awkwardly, "Max brought it, I had no choice."
"Oh, Max," the man sighed with his deep and charming voice.
