The game begins (1)

“What do you think you are doing?” Leon asked, his eyes widening as he saw her draped in a towel and was standing in the living room. Her smooth, sun-kissed legs seemed to stretch for miles and the droplets of water from her hair glistened against her rosy skin which was freshly warmed from the shower.

It was not the kind of scene he had imagined waking up to.

“What am I doing?” she asked casually as she was moving closer to him on the couch with her magnetic presence. She blinked at him, batting her eyelashes as if to charm him further. Tentatively, she reached for his hand and her fingers trailing down to his chest. Her touch was soft but purposive, igniting a spark of desire that he tried desperately to suppress.

This woman…

He didn’t want to fall for her games, but she was a damn player.

“Leon…” she whispered as she positioned herself on top of him whilw her gaze was smoldering with intention.

“Can you feel it?” she purred, her voice low and sultry as she leaned in while her li