Unnecessary raunchy thoughts

Roman’s POV

"Welcome home, young master." Antonio greeted as I handed him my briefcase.

"Thanks. Where is Sofie? Is she ready yet?" I asked, glancing down at my wristwatch.

"Yes, sir. The stylists just left not quite long ago, sir."

"Okay." I nodded before sprinting up the stairs.

I rubbed my palms together when I reached the door, feeling a weird sort of excitement sizzle within me.

It wasn't as if I was excited to see what outfit Sofie was wearing though. I just wanted to get the meeting done, and over with.

Yes. That was it.

I pushed the door open while inwardly hoping I didn't catch Sofie in an awkward situation.

My jaw dropped like literally dropped on seeing the ang-I mean, Sofie.

I looked her up and down, lust mixed with fascination settling inside me.

The stylists had done a great job and for a moment, I thought of calling Nana to cancel the meeting.

I just wanted to bend Sofie over the dresser, and turn her into a whimpering mess.

What did she think she was doing dressed up s