Angel opened the bathroom door. Dante was shirtless. Black porn She obeyed silently, not out of submission, but out of habit. She stepped back over the edge of the bathtub and onto the soft rug. She hated it when the clients bought her things. Angel looked at him from the corner of her eye. It was ten in the morning. There were many times, Angel was lucky to shower once a month. She hadn’t noticed a lot then. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks instantly. She would have to figure something out by tomorrow night. She hadn’t noticed his muscular chest, his toned stomach, broad shoulders, tanned skin, and the thin line of hair running from his navel, down past the brim of his pants. She stepped lightly, making little to no noise. “Sit down,” he mumbled, motioning with his head to the table to Angel’s left.
