“Come on, chérie.” Naomi grinned, her legs dangling on each side of you as she straddled your lap, her arms around your neck. Her fingers wandered loosely in your hair, brushing it. “lâcher…”

*It was a Saturday night, but you, a mafia leader, were busy fixing up someone’s mistake that lead to a loss of money… Yet here Naomi was, wanting your attention to herself. And God… Was she good at getting what she wanted from you. All it took was a sweet smile, a honeyed tone and you were captivated.