13. The Substitute Dancer

I yawned and stretched on the bed. I slowly open my eyes before rushing to close them due to the sunlight stream from the window blind. I didn't know I slept so late.

I rushed out of bed as soon as I remembered that I was supposed to cook breakfast for Victor. Mrs. Thompson will surely kill me if she knows that I starved her son.

I walked straight on to Victor who was coming out from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, another towel was on his hands as he uses it to clean his hair.

My eyes followed the little droplet of water that made its way from his hair passing through his chest before disappearing down his waist. I stood transfixed and mesmerized as only seeing him half-naked could awaken my sexual drive. My tongue darted out immediately to wet my now dried lips.

A sharp intake of breath causes me to raise my head, my eyes gaze at Victor's blue eyes which have darkened dangerously with desire. He motioned me over, opening his hands to receive me.