HornyIntrovert

While he was getting ready to pay, Brianna called to him. "Rashid... do you think this looks good on me?" He walked over to her, Brianna tracing her fingers over a white-gold necklace she was trying on, moving her finger over her cleavage to the beautiful diamond that hung on the necklace between her breasts. Rashid stared. "It looks... amazing..." he breathed, adding, "How much is it?" Brianna stepped right into him, bringing her lips to his ear. "Does that matter?" she asked seductively. This was just too easy for Brianna. She was back in the front seat of the BMW, an expensive diamond necklace around her neck. "Let's stop for a drink somewhere," she said, "I know a great bar." Rashid shook his head. "I don't drink." But Brianna persisted. "But I do. And here in America, finishing a date with a drink is... customary..." Rashid desperately wanted to spend more time with Brianna. But he again shook his head. "It's getting late," he said, "Layla will have dinner almost ready..." Brianna

The heavy silence in the prince’s office was broken by the soft creak of the door swinging open. Edward, hunched over his desk with an expression of pure irritation, frowned deeply. Who dares to enter without knocking? His already foul mood darkened further. The damn butler had tested his patience today—one mistake after another. And now some reckless servant was about to bear the brunt of his anger. His fingers tightened around the quill, ready to snap as he slowly lifted his gaze. But the reprimand died in his throat the moment he saw her. Clara. His fatigue, his irritation, all the cold fury he had prepared simply... vanished. Just seeing her standing there, smiling as she took in the room, made his mind feel lighter. She wasn’t like the others. She didn’t hesitate or flinch before stepping closer, her soft voice carrying that cheerful lilt that made her sound completely untouched by the tension in the room. “Edward~” she sang his name, her voice teasing and warm As