Chapter 14
Bruce watched Selina walk down in a grace that he did not realise she possessed. He wondered at her agility and determination that paled in comparison to her most adequate performance in bed.
Selina was in a spiral of something more crimson now – more crimson than the hall of the Riverside Hotel, where people existed and were extremely frequent regulars: else, the place could not pose to be as intimidating as it was.
She saw Gage glance at her by one of the plethora of stools; she gave him what she viewed as recognition: a fallacy in her eyes.
Selina was cheered. She was deemed as quick as a cat, and bottles and glasses chimed in her acknowledgement. She found herself in the wicked embrace where her shoulders were squeezed tightly – yet fearfully gently – and her host excitedly kissed her and handled her ass as she let him pick herself up completely.