C37 Aroused

Jamal fingered his clean-shaven mustache and regretted letting Roksolana get away from him. After all, he had gone through all the trouble because of her. How did she fail to see his handsome look? He wondered as he looked into the vanity resting on a table beside his bed, smiling.

She probably hadn't noticed because she was busy trying to swallow the salty rice she had brought for him