"I'm going to take a shower then head out!" he told her calmly, his voice smooth and even, leaving no trace of what had just happened between them in his gaze.
There was nothing in his expression to betray emotion, or affection—only the cold, detached demeanor she had come to know all too well. With that, he turned and walked out of the dining room, his footsteps echoing softly across the polished floors as he closed the door behind him.
Dora remained leaning against the table, still naked, her skin glistening with his lingering touch. His semen had dripped down her legs, a sticky reminder of what had just transpired.
She could still feel the feeling of his touch as it lingered on her skin even as she looked down at herself before looking back up at the empty dinning room.
