Delilah's eyes opened slowly, lids blinking to adjust the light around. They were still heavy, wanting to fall shut again but she managed to look at him as he stood tall in front of the dressing table, sprinkling feather kisses of cologne onto his skin. She blinked her sight, scanning him down. He was dressed in his office attire, a black suit that made him look intimidating and handsome at the same time. He was an attractive creation, after all. She couldn't help but compliment him in her head again, saying right after the smile that spilled on her lips, "Good morning." He turned around, unable to keep himself from returning the soft gesture. "Morning," said he, grabbing his wristwatch to put it on. The metal shone over his wrist under the bright glow of the room. "You always leave so soon. What do you have so urgent to look upon around six in the morning?" she asked, putting a palm before her eyes to prevent light from disturbing them anymore. He approached her a few strides, cl
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