When Michael Gordon came out, he instinctively looked for her figure in the room. She was nowhere to be seen. Where had the woman gone?
Just as he was about to enter the bedroom, he surprisingly found Ivy Aretha already lying on that luxurious king-size bed, reading a magazine. The belt of the white bathrobe that he had complained about before had been untied and lay loosely over her...
What greeted his eyes was an unexpectedly seductive sight of the seemingly pure woman. Since the bathrobe was open, the stunning cleavage was exposed to his vision, fair and translucent, and pleasing to touch.
Michael Gordon swallowed involuntarily, he went to speak, but found his throat dry as if burnt. He couldn't utter a word, his gaze was deeply captivated by her.
Besides the cleavage a woman prides herself with, there were...Michael's gaze traced down her figure to meet her fair and sexy legs that were stretched out...
Had this woman put on the red sexy lingerie he bought?