Ririko laid her hand over the back of Tommy's, pried his fingers away from her, and stepped out of his embrace.
"I'm a little hungry. Have dinner prepared." Her voice sounded as though nothing had happened.
She turned away, then glanced back at him. The alluring black beauty mark beneath her left eye stopped the words in Tommy's throat.
His hand lingered in midair for a moment.
She had actually pushed him away.
She was just a woman who clung to the rich and powerful, yet she certainly put on airs.
Tommy lowered his eyes and took a deep breath. "Of course. I'll have the servants prepare it."
He didn't want her to see how badly he wanted her.
He had been captivated by her ever since she walked into the hall on Bruce's arm at the Christmas banquet.
Her silhouette in that red gown left him tossing and turning every night, burning itself into his heart over and over.
He could wait. Sooner or later, she would be his.
Clinging desperately to his last shred of patience, he turned and left the room.
Soon, a servant brought Ririko an evening dress.
It was a close-fitting, deep red silk gown. The fabric was as thin as a cicada's wing, like a smooth ripple of water that revealed every curve of her body.
Ririko stood before the full-length mirror, examining the cutouts at the neckline and waist. He certainly isn't hiding his tastes. He's probably already dying to get me into bed.
She sent the servant away, then lowered her head and typed a message in the group chat on her phone. "Where are you two?"
Replies soon popped up in the chat.
Dick: "I'm in."
Barbara: "In the kitchen."
Their plan was for Ririko to distract Tommy while the