Jiaoying knew that she looked too good not to be receiveing any attention.
Her toned but curvaceous body was wrapped in a thin silk robe that was only loosely tied closed. If she moved too quickly, her breasts would almost certainly pop out. This was all by design.
Solomon would have jumped on her two hours ago and just now let her up for air.
Yari, however, wasn't taking the bait.
She was hunched over the kitchen table like a gremlin, her hair tied back in a bun and a pair of glasses pressed up against her face. Casually, she chewed on the cap of her pen as she scribbled over a stack of papers.
"Idiots..." She grumbled. "Can you believe this? It's like I've never taught them a damn thing in their lives... How are they missing such basic information??"
Nereid floated opposite her contractor, a droll, dry look across her face.
