The Lustful Journey
“None of your business. And who gave you permission to enter the restricted zone?”
“Well, they told me to be here.”
“Who told you?”
“I don’t know. Someone important.”
“You!” Nuna was losing her patience, but then her eyes caught the lanyard around his neck. Leo smirked and stood tall, making sure she could read the badge clearly.
“Don’t tell me you’re...”
He raised an eyebrow, shrugging playfully. “In the flesh. Leo Moon. Or as you call me… the perverted ocean ghost who begged to stay in your tent.”