When Serena entered the room, what welcomed her was Geoffrey sitting on the bed, his back leaning on the headboard, and his eyes closed. A blanket was draped over his lower body, but he was naked from waist up. Briefly, she wondered if he was wearing anything underneath.
Was he asleep? Perhaps he got tired of waiting. She closed the door of the dressing room. When she turned to look at him again, their eyes met.
His gaze was smothering and made the moisture between her legs become more uncomfortable. She bit her lip.
Geoffrey smirked as he saw her blush despite the dim lighting. He has been waiting for her for almost half an hour and his manhood which has been painfully erect since he exited his dressing room already turned flacid. Now that she's here, dressed in some flimsy attire which he had no idea women wore, his erection came back to life with vengeance. All he wanted to do was tear the sorry excuse of cloth on her body and savor her.