The CEO'S Delicate Wife
She felt Stark naked under those dark eyes.
She couldn't give him the satisfaction of believing she was afraid of him. Furthermore, she smiled cutely, accentuating the faint dimples spotted on her cheeks.
Olivia was eighteen, yet her good looks and figure could put her fellow girls into shame. Hair wavy and brown, eyes large and white like that of a puppy, porcelain skin smooth as jade, busty and tiny waist swaying down to a curvy and plump hips. All these were followed with smooth long legs.