My Date's Promiscuous Mother

"e;This is... Michael,"e; Isabella stammered, clearly mortified. "e;Michael, this is my mother, Sophia."e; Sophia extended a hand, her perfectly manicured nails glinting in the candlelight. Her grip was firm, her eyes locked on mine. "e;Pleasure, Michael. Isabella never told me she was seeing someone so… captivating."e; The evening took a turn I hadn't anticipated. Sophia, instead of being the emb...