Eric Sinclair felt a warmth spreading from where their arms touched. His heart began to pound, THUMP THUMP THUMP, as if it would leap out of his chest at any moment. It was a feeling he'd truly never experienced before—unfamiliar, yet not unpleasant.
'No, it's not just 'not unpleasant'. I like it. I like it a lot!'
"It's just a card. As long as you're obedient, you'll be well-rewarded."
He had plenty of money. In fact, being rich was his most unremarkable quality. Supporting one woman like Riley Perry was nothing; he could afford it no matter how much she spent.
Riley Perry went ahead and sat right in his lap. "Haven't I been obedient enough? I don't even spare other men a second glance. Besides, no other man is as handsome as you. They don't even register on my radar."
'This woman, this woman is far too bold! How could she dare sit in my lap? This is unacceptable!'
