Madam-X: erotic novel

You are very handsome today. A gaze of dark brown, intense and warm, behind which, I discover, hides a rough sea of​​intelligence, mischief and cruelty. You are young. Twenty-five years, at most. Your youth is betrayed by your inability to stay still on my immaculate white leather sofa, the way you cross your long legs, in your slate gray Armani suit, first placing your ankle on the knee, before stretching them in front of you. The way you wave your hand, the one you're wearing your Rolex on, to gently tug on an invisible thread protruding from your V-shirt. The way you brush your fingertips against your knee then caress your jaw before rummaging through your inside jacket pocket for your state-of-the-art smartphone – it's not there, Weaning yourself off this device is an integral part of your new upbringing. And you definitely need to be educated.