"Well then, goodnight. You can use the couch and when you're about to leave in the morning, leave through the door," Vivienne said before stomping into her room.
Luis chuckled and watched her leave. His eyes were on her waist as they swayed. She looked mad sexy whenever she was mad and he enjoyed watching her explode.
When he heard the door of her room bang shut, he smiled and stood to his feet. He was feeling hungry and he needed to eat something.
Vivienne's kitchen was clean. Luis nodded in approval. He loved organized women and Vivienne was one. There weren't dirty plates in the sink or left over food scattered around. She had wiped the marble countertop and the sink and everything.
Opening her freezer, he found a couple of fruit juices, arranged according to color. Luis frowned. Was she an OCD patient?
