"I want to interrogate her," I said while changing my clothes.
The lecherous man behind was watching me carefully while I lowered the shoulder strap and the dress slid down my body. Goodness, his eyes were so fixed in me that my skin felt disturbed by the mere touch of his heated sight.
I knew he was trying to stop himself from moving towards me and let out the desire that was fighting to escape. I knew it because I also tried to stop myself from jumping him at that moment. I said… I tried.
The moment I let my hair come down without the ornaments and the last part of my inner clothes was on the floor, I marched towards him. He was sitting on the couch waiting with a smirk on his face. Somehow I felt that he knew what I was going to do. How shameless.
