Alex looked angrily at Amara who looked down like a wronged puppy not daring to meet with his eyes.
Seeing this a smirk appeared on his lips as his hands reached towards Amara's formal office dress.
Her white shirt was already drenched in sweat, sticking close to her body looking semi-transparent showing of her devilish figure underneath.
"So how could I reward you? Hummm! Let me see."
Alex backed away a little holding his chin admiring her well crafted physique.
Have to say she indeed maintains her figure, with a perfect combination of curvy and concave enough to boil the blood of any one with a single glance.
Anyone's male chicken would raise to fight thousands of bloody battles in this battlefield.
Alex instinctively grazed the tip of his fingers on to her plump figure teasing her along with experiencing the touch of such a well crafted figure.
'Alas it is indeed a fantasy novel world, Such a perfect figure only exists here.'
