Chapter 7 Who Made You Cry

• DEVON
• "Good afternoon Mr Remington." Corrie greeted, slightly tilting her head to a bow. My eyes only focused on her lips, the only thing I could recall was flashes of a few nights ago. I just nodded, shaking off the thought before the heat could crawl up my cheek. But I felt an insufferable amount of heat below my torso.
• "Good afternoon, Corrie," I said, my voice steady as her attention shifted to Herod. She moved with deliberate precision, bending just enough to flaunt her curves. A knowing smile crept across my lips—she was clearly inviting me to take her.