The young man looked around the dimly lit bedroom, but his gaze was drawn to the beautiful woman standing in front of him, dressed in a silk robe.
He'd been in the room for ten minutes and, to be honest, he was more nervous than the night he lost his virginity to a client at the establishment.
This wasn't some business transaction; it was something special that could only happen between a couple.
He was hers and she was his, or at least that was the case at the time.
The items on the bed made O'Neal feel extremely self-conscious about everything. He only caught a glimpse of them, but he was very familiar with them, and the mere thought of using them made him very shy.
Sarah slyly smiled as she looked at the young man, who was feeling shy, and if he was white, his face would be flushed with embarrassment by now.
She was loving this look; it made her feel high and intoxicated, and, most importantly, it showed her that she was on the right track.
