“Who's there?” asked a flustered Penelope in response to the knocking upon the door.
“It's me!”
When she heard Vinson's deep inflection, she frantically clambered off the bed.
On her way to the door, she paused to tug hard at the hem of her top several times down the middle. Lowering her head, she inspected those ample assets of hers that were peeking through her top, and that put a smile on her lips.
Then, she went up to get the door and invite Vinson inside.
“Mr. Nightshire.”
With a coquettish voice and misty eyes, Penelope regarded the man before her whose touch she desperately yearned for.
“You're the one who uploaded that post, yes? Why did you do it?” Could not be bothered to pussyfoot around with her, Vinson went straight to the point, and his deep-set eyes were fixated upon Penelope while he waited for her to confess out of her own volition.
“W-What?” Though somewhat nervous, Penelope was still self-absorbed.
Well, it's only a post. If Vinson really cared about it, he would have gotten someone else to take care of it instead of coming here to question me himself For him to come by so late, it must be because he’s interested in me.
“Actually, Mr. Nightshire, I only did that to get your attention. You know, you hadn't been back for several days, so I really missed you. Before, I thought you would surely drop in when you returned, but never did I expect to see you and your wife behaving so intimately. I was envious of her, and this was the only way I could think of to get your attention.”
Penelope cast a piteous look in Vinson's direction. “I'm really in love with you, so please forgive me this time. I assure you that I won't ever do that again.”
She advanced toward Vinson as she spoke, and her clothing danced in accompaniment to her movements.
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