"Just help me with the zipper." Naomi pleaded, flashing him a look from her eyes, with a slight hint of a not-so-innocent glint before turning around.
She was in a summer dress which had a zipper stopping at her lower back. Her hair was kept long and wavy and she was in stilettos.
Her outfit was a combination of cute and formal.
Koan bit his lower lip. How did he end up from trying to reject this woman to unzipping her in a dressing room, alone.
Is this how you want to play, Nancy? You haven't learnt your lesson from last time, have you?
The edge of his lip slowly rose as he calmly stepped closer to her, reaching up to clasp his fingers around her zipper, his other hand slowly reaching for her waist.
Nancy, unaware of his plans, had the dress Infront of her, checking it out in the tall standing mirror right Infront of her.
