A game with his rules

Qiao Ruo's breathing deepened, taking on a more rapid pace than usual. She felt herself being drawn into ecstasy by Cree's kisses that were overwhelming her at the moment. Her dark hair spilt down her back in smooth, sleek waves. Formerly black, she had her long tresses dyed brown for an upcoming private gig that she would be supposedly performing at before the disastrous rumours struck. 

For some reason, instead of being devastated that a lesser singer-actress replaced her, she was not perturbed at all. She sensed the physical need radiating through her abdomen, and inched closer into his arms, allowing their bodies into closer proximity with each other. Ending the kiss slowly, she took his hand and placed it on the zipper of her short black dress, before closing her eyes and awaiting him to make the next move.