One night of passion left both Jessica and me craving more, never tiring of each other's company.
The next day at noon, I donned a suit.
I usually dressed casually, so seeing me so formally attired was a rare sight.
As for Jessica Jones, she chose a black one-piece dress that accentuated her shapely, exquisite curves, looking incredibly sexy and alluring.
She wore light makeup, appearing even more charming with a captivating allure.
Getting into her Ferrari, Jessica started the car and headed towards the city center.
In front of an upscale Western restaurant downtown, two people were waiting.
The person on the left was tall and burly, with rugged features, appearing to be around twenty-seven or eight, dressed in a well-fitted black suit.
The other person, slightly shorter, wore a white suit, looking quite handsome.
Both of them glanced around anxiously.
"Why hasn't my sister arrived yet?" the rugged man muttered.
His name was Andrew Jones, Jessica's brother.
