Chapter 110: Trinity Debeaux

The door creaked open, and a woman stepped inside. She wore a red leather skirt that barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, her legs long and lithe, black high heels making them seem even longer. Santiago Casson felt his blood surge. He lifted his gaze to her face and almost cried out. My god, isn't that Diana Willow! A petite, heart-shaped face, deep-set eyes, a high, straight nose, and a small, tempting mouth. She drifted toward the hot spring pool. As her hips swayed, a cascade of golden...