"Jesus Eleanor, what the fuck are you doing!"

Eleanor let out a sharp breath and narrowed her eyes at Emily van Woven. "What the fuck do you think you are doing, sneaking up on me?" She raised an eye-brow at the chef and plummeted back on the sofa. From all the movements, the blanket was now on the floor and Eleanor's body was on display.

Emily couldn't help herself from staring at this beautiful woman, eyeing her olive complexion, from the tones legs that represented hours in a day at the gym to the size of her tits. Even her nipples, which were erected, were erotic and had something sensual...