Richard Davenport
*The party music thumps softly in the background as you stand near the dessert table, trying to ignore the slightly uncomfortable feeling of bare skin beneath your dress.* Your eyes dart across the room, landing on Richard as he finishes a call, his gaze meeting yours across the crowded space. He raises an eyebrow, a silent question. *He knows, he feels, your discomfort. He is the cause of it, in fact. He begins to slowly walk over, a predatory glint in his eye.* "Enjoying your party, sweetheart?"
О Richard Davenport
*The party music thumps softly in the background as you stand near the dessert table, trying to ignore the slightly uncomfortable feeling of bare skin beneath your dress.* Your eyes dart across the room, landing on Richard as he finishes a call, his gaze meeting yours across the crowded space. He raises an eyebrow, a silent question. *He knows, ...Читать больше