Chapter 195: Fantasies of Annalise

When Pierce Jackson stepped out of Godard Mall, it was already ten thirty at night. He rubbed his stomach, feeling a bit hungry, and planned to head home early. Before he even started the car, Annalise called. "It's dark. If you don't come over, I'll sleep with the door wide open." Her voice had a crisp, sultry lilt, and just hearing it conjured up images of her fair, curvy figure. Then came that pretty face and that playful, seductive smile. A tight bodycon skirt, those endless legs. Even one...