(Karsten)
I had never opened that room for anyone but her and she emerged from it in colours of delicious cotton candy.
My Blue Rose knew how to tempt and I was here for it. Her hair had been so meticulously done that it was hard to keep my eyes off her. The way the bodice hugged her breasts, it was impossible to not stare and stare. Because I knew how their softness felt in my rough hands.
She picked up the napkin and spread it on her lap.
We began to eat and I dismissed Asbela. Seeing that we were alone I confided in her.
"I have shared the text and number with my detective. Most likely, the number will be a burner number, but let's see if we can get any leads."
"Should I block the number?" She quietly asked, halting her fervour eating. The smile she had been carrying suddenly disappeared, and I hated the gloomy look on her face.
It made me wonder what I was going to do if she was to cry in front of me now?
I couldn't even see her sad.
