After a moment’s hesitation Trina followed, she didn’t want him to know how overwhelmed she felt just by being in his mere presence. He didn’t even have to say anything, her awareness of him was off the charts. It felt like the air was charged with electrolytes that sizzled between them. The heat they were giving off could rival the magnitude of a 9.0 earthquake on the Richter scale. She couldn’t help but wonder if he regularly carried women to his apartment. She wondered what the servants thought of their master’s love life; was he discreet or as randy as a goat. She wondered if they would approve of her as a potential lover for their master based on her clothes. The servants could probably tell she wasn’t from an affluent background. She didn’t want to be thought of as a gold digger behind those polite smiles and snide remarks. Trina didn’t want to be just another notch on his bed post. At least with servants around she didn’t have to worry about whether or not he changed his sheets regularly.
When he led her to his bedroom, his state of the art entertainment set caught her eyes. While he shifted his laptop and various documents from off the bed she fiddled with the entertainment set. She skipped through a few tracks and came across one she loved that suited the occasion.
“Damon, dance with me please?” She entreated in a bid to entice him, she moved her hips like a snake and teased him wholeheartedly.
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