There was a significant difference between their private home, as mentioned earlier by Andreas, and the Sanders family’s large house. When it came to the household staff, Vlora also noticed a significant departure from her family’s traditions. So, it was understandable that Vlora blinked a little when she realized that there were only seven domestic servants, including the head butler-a small number for the Sanders family.
“Let me introduce you to the head butler of this house, Vlo. His name is Mr. Desmon Williams.”
Desmon Williams was tall and looked thin. However, he exuded a warm aura that made everyone feel comfortable.
Desmon smiled politely as he greeted Vlora. “Welcome, madam.”
“Thank you.”
The introduction was short. Then Andreas took Vlora’s hand and led her upstairs.
Vlora’s eyes wandered around. “A comfortable house. The atmosphere is pleasant.”
“Pleasant because it is peaceful, right?”
“Exactly.”
It seemed quiet and calm. No loud noises. Not many eyes to watch.
Vlora felt like she could live there comfortably. Despite the fact that it was where she was now, she felt that everything would be better if she naturally liked it. Luckily, that was what was happening now.
Acceptance turned to curiosity. When Vlora felt comfortable entering the house, she became interested in the whole situation.
But Andreas did not seem to think so. There was no tour of the house. Instead, he led Vlora to a room.
Andreas opened the door and invited her inside. The master bedroom welcomed her with a grandeur that Vlora had not imagined.
Of course. Typical Andreas.
Maybe the house had not completely lost the Sanders touch. Vlora had noticed that from the first step she took.
Elegance and class were impeccable. Every glance revealed the beauty of modern design combined with the distinctive touch of art. This included the state of the master bedroom.
Vlora took another step. Her curiosity led her to inspect every room within the bedroom, from the dressing room to the bathroom.
“How is it?” Andreas asked when Vlora had finished looking around. “Is there something you don’t like? Just say it.”
What didn’t Vlora like? To be honest, everything exceeded her expectations. She had not even expected Andreas’s people to arrange her clothes the way she arranged them in her closet.
Impressed? Oh, absolutely. It reinforced Vlora’s belief that Andreas’ eyes weren’t just for teasing. He was attentive and meticulous.
“I love everything.”
Vlora approached Andreas. Subtly, she smiled as she pointed to a certain spot.
“Especially that.”
Andreas looked in the direction Vlora was pointing and then grinned. It seemed that a white flowered bedspread was indeed the right choice to impress all women in the world.
“You’re really typical, Reas.”
Andreas pulled Vlora closer and turned her around so he could hug her from behind. “So, do you like it too?”
Vlora sighed. To be honest, she had not expected another surprise of rose petals. It felt like she had enough on her wedding night, but Andreas obviously had other plans.
“I consider this the first stage of the welcome I should give you as a husband.”
The first stage? Hmm, it seemed that Andreas had other stages in mind.
Vlora was not surprised. Once again it was typical Andreas.
So, Vlora remained silent as Andreas pulled her closer. Her back landed on Andreas’ broad chest and he whispered softly in her ear.
“Speechless, Vlo? Don’t be too easy, my love.”
Andreas’ warm breath could be felt. His caress was followed by a light touch on the tip of her ear.
Andreas closed his eyes. He satisfied his lungs’ desire for the soft scent of Vlora. It was not surprising that his breathing became heavy after only a few seconds.
Vlora freed herself from Andreas’ embrace. She turned around and looked at Andreas mysteriously.
“Easy woman?”
Vlora stepped away and went to the dressing table. She removed the hairpin that held her bun in place. Her hair was free and cascaded beautifully. The waves were feminine yet sensual.
“Maybe not, Reas.”
Andreas watched her from where he stood. His forehead furrowed slightly as he watched the unusual movement in the mirror.
Vlora looked at him through the mirror. She kept her gaze fixed on Andreas while her hands unbuttoned her blazer and let it fall rhythmically to the floor.
Vlora’s actions confused Andreas, but he still enjoyed it. Especially when he saw how Vlora unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time. Finally, the shirt met the same fate as the blazer.
Andreas held his breath. The reflection in the mirror showed him something he had not expected: Vlora’s almost bare chest.
The half-cup bra Vlora wore did not cover all of her breasts. Andreas squinted and felt the smooth skin peeking out as if to tease him, then he teased back.
“I like half-cup bras.”
Andreas was startled out of his trance. He blinked and forced himself to look at Vlora again.
“I think this type of bra is sexy,” Vlora continued. “What do you think?”
Sexy? That’s an understatement!
Andreas would need the best language graduate to find a word that went beyond that. Sexy just was not enough to describe what Andreas’ eyes were indulging in right now.
Vlora refrained from reacting to Andreas’ natural reaction. She continued her actions and this time her pants were the target.
Andreas’ eyebrows drew together. He wondered, but wasn’t sure.
Vlora couldn’t…
Maybe she could! Vlora took off her pants. Her formal attire was discarded, leaving her with only two pieces of underwear on her body.
Oh, my goodness.
Vlora left the dressing table. She approached Andreas, who was frozen.
She was wearing only a bra and panties. Her wavy hair hung down sensuously. Her confident steps had a natural sway.
It was definitely an unexpected first shock for Andreas. Vlora looked so tempting and he was obviously tempted.
“Vlo.”
The change in Andreas’ voice made Vlora smile. She looked at him and her index finger played on Andreas’ chest.
Vlora could feel Andreas’ tension. So, she held onto Andreas’ hand and tiptoed slightly. She reached up to his ear and whispered.
“Speechless, Reas? Hmm, don’t be too easy.”
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