“Who’s there?” asked a flustered Penelope in response to the knocking upon the door.
“It’s me!”
When she heard Vinson’s deep inflection, she frantically clambered off the bed.
On her way to the door, she paused to tug hard at the hem of her top several times down the middle. Lowering her head, she inspected those ample assets of hers that were peeking through her top, and that put a smile on her lips. Then, she went up to get the door and invite Vinson inside.
“Mr. Nightshire...” With a coquettish voice and misty eyes, Penelope regarded the man before her whose touch she desperately yearned for.
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