Shemika

"Sit," he commanded, his eyes weren't leaving my body.

I slowly slipped into the chair opposite him, nervously playing with my fingers so I wouldn't meet his piercing gaze.

Sinner leaned back into his chair, smiling and winking while he opened and closed his legs playfully.

He began to use his fingers to tap on the desk, forming a boring rhythm that's likely to injure my ear even faster than his piercing stare.

After a while of smiling seductively at me, he then ...