a sultry gleam

So, I’m standing in Shelley’s apartment holding a blue file folder over my stomach, cautiously stealing glances of the creamy spots of flesh between the thick folds of her robe, aware that Shelley was watching me try not to ogle her, and also aware that her dark eyes had a sultry gleam.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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