Tiabasi
Nathan's eyes heated the moment he opened his door and saw me. The man knew how to flatter a woman. My blood heated the moment I saw him too. It was as though we had not seen ourselves for weeks instead of a simple few hours. I was breathing as though I had run a marathon. My pulse was jumping while I waited there obediently, watching him stare at me like I was a unicorn or something. He stared at me as though he would like to devour me. Please do, I thought fiercely, as his eyes took in all of me.
Today I wore a black jean jumpsuit, pleated from the band beneath my breasts. It hid a bit of my soft stomach while enhancing my figure. A huge Ankara corsage decorated the top of my left breast, slightly brushing my cleavage.
My wig was on, dangling earrings and two inch heel slippers. My makeup was light, though I highlighted my eyes with black pencil and used a dusky red lipstick.
