CHAPTER 85
Zayan could see her body still trembling from one of the many orgasms as she sat at the opposite side of the table, probably to keep a distance from him. She couldn't keep herself from fidgeting, grabbing at her own fingers, and biting her lips. A deep garnet blush coated her cheeks and nose as she looked the other way, staring at the walls bordered by various prints she couldn't seem to understand.
He sighed, closing the last file he had to overlook today, and turned his attention towards her. It wasn't his intention to lash out at her. Truth to be told, he was startled to see her standing there holding a bag of lunch for him. No one had done that for him before and to expect it from someone he had forced way too many times was way beyond his thinking.
One thing about Amy
