Clinton drove us to his apartment. I didn't complain or say anything, as he had just saved my life.
I was in the bathroom cleaning up, and when I was done, I went to his wardrobe and searched for his pajamas. I didn't want to put on just anything as I wanted to look attractive—well, I need money—clearly it's only him who could help me at this point, so seducing him was a great choice. I only put on his shirt, which only covered my ass.
I went to the living room, and I spotted him in the kitchen; he had removed his shirt just in his trousers, and guess what? He was holding a pan. I stood by the door with crossed legs as I watched his moves. He was humming to a song, then as he turned, he noticed me.
“Just in time for dinner, are you hungry?” He asked as he dished the food. My eyes were
