C70 Chapter 70
Slowly sipping on my glass of red wine as I look at Aydem over the rim, a small smile curves on the corners of my mouth.
Setting his utensils down on his plate, he picks up his crystal glass with whiskey on the rocks and takes a sip from it, his eyes never leaving mine.
"You keep looking at me like that askim [my love], I'll have no choice but to take you right here, on this table