Veron's eyes darkened dangerously as he set his gaze on Sheila, moving his eyes from her head to her toe.
Deep red lipstick that provoked the beast inside of him, red stilettos, a black crop top, black denim shorts that barely covered anything, paired with a black fishnet tight.
Even though she wore a long shirt that served as a jacket, the shirt was unbuttoned, leaving her entire front profile exposed for his viewing pleasure.
There was something about the color red and black that drives him crazy, and here, this girl was armed with both, perfectly combined to blow his mind. How did she even know this would get to him?
"Hi, Veron..." Sheila greeted, her voice, breathy. Her lips parted as she flashed him a seductive smile, before moving her gaze to Gideon. "Hello." She gave a small wave.
The smirk on Gideon's face deepened and he pushed himself off the chair. Already knowing Sheila's purpose for coming, he faced Veron.
