Thirty Seven

In a room situated in the Iowa's mansion, Lily stood straight like a doll and let two maids dress her in the skimpy night gown bought for her.

Her hair was pulled up in a pony tail, ringlets ardoning her perfectly sculpted face.

The make-up wasn't much but enough to enhance her beautiful features.

A small red paint coated her luscious lips and her cheek bones were dusted with some pink blush.

When she stepped into the room, she sees him, sitting there in all obnoxiousity on a small couch, swirling a glass of wine with a lazy look of sultry in his drooping eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat when they locked eyes. He wasn't drunk, right?

"Shut the door". He ordered while sipping his drink, his eyes not leaving her body.

She turned, uncomfortable with his piercing gaze and she locked the door.

When she turned, her eyes locked with his again.

She coughed while pretending to dust something off her dress .

"Was this all necessary". She asked, avoiding his gaze.

"You're a very beautifu