Joy Dalton felt a sense of unease. After what had happened today, she was certain Mrs. Sterling's opinion of her would worsen, and Timothy Sterling would have his doubts as well.
Joy Dalton wasn't too concerned about Mrs. Sterling. That old hag already had a poor opinion of her, so she didn't mind if it got worse. The one person she couldn't afford to have doubts about her was Timothy Sterling!
Joy Dalton sat down at her vanity, gazing at her well-maintained, still-youthful face in the mirror.
Over the years, she had stopped at nothing to seduce Timothy Sterling. Fortunately, he was easily persuaded, and Joy Dalton was confident in her ability to appease him.
That evening, Joy Dalton summoned Timothy Sterling to the Dalton residence. The moment he walked into the room, he saw Joy, fresh from a shower and dressed in a sexy nightgown.
Now in her early forties, Joy's figure was no longer as slender as a young girl's, but she compensated with a mature, sensual charm.
