Chapter 16 Intentions

Sitting elegantly on the white French vintage cushioned couch, Nathan had his leg over his thigh with a phone on his hand, looking arrogantly alluring as he always was.
Samantha pursed her lips, why does she feel like she was some kind of concubine stepping into the emperor"s room and readying herself to serve him? When in fact he is her guest in this room.
Moreover, given that last night she was high in passion and blinded by lust she couldn"t assess him properly. So now was different since she fully regained her consciousness, she could assess him better.