📱 eBook en inglés STUDIO SESSIONS

"That was..." he started, then cleared his throat. "That was incredible, Lana. Youre incredible."
She felt a flush creep up her neck and across her cheeks. "Yeah?""Come listen to this," he said, gesturing to the chair beside him.
Lana slipped out of the booth and walked into the control room, very aware of how Frankies eyes followed her movement. She could feel his gaze on her body, taking in the sway of her hips, the bounce of her breasts as she moved. When she leaned over his shoulder to look at the screen, her hair brushed against his neck, and she heard his sharp intake of breath.