HEY, GRAY HEAD!

" Sit." Roman said to Emily, nodding in the direction of an empty chair. "It's going to be a lengthy discussion."

Gazing around, Emily yawned. It was a spacious room with sparse decorations. A few wall arts, flowers and dim lighting, just like the rest of the rooms.

A chandelier hung from the ceiling circled around by artificial flowers. There were two cushions sitting opposite each other and a polished mahogany wood book holder.

Everything about it screamed private and smelled manly.

Hands folded underneath her breast, Emily took calculated steps towards the direction Roman was seated, an art catching her attention.

It was the picture of a naked woman, lying softly on a rug with one leg crossed atop the other. In between her toes, she held a glass, filled with red wine.

Emily sighed again. She had an uneasy feeling when she came across photos of nude women, they tended to remind her that she was a lady herself. Today, the feeling was different.

It was Embarrassment and a racing heart.