"Where are you going?"
Tony had barely pushed himself upright from the enormous silk bed when a pair of soft arms suddenly wrapped around his waist from behind, stopping him before he could even place his feet on the floor.
The embrace wasn't forceful. It didn't need to be. Whoever owned those arms clearly believed she had never needed strength to stop him before.
"Leaving so fast... Don't you wanna do that with me?"
The voice carried obvious dissatisfaction, as though she had discovered a child trying to sneak away rather than a man attempting to leave a room.
Tony turned slowly.
The woman standing behind him was undeniably beautiful. Her long black hair flowed across her shoulders, her eyes carried a lazy charm, and her loose silk robe looked as though she had thrown it on carelessly after waking up. There was no grand conspiracy hidden in her expression, no secret scheme waiting beneath the surface. The only thing visible was annoyance.
