I crossed the dim room slowly, letting my hips sway with each step. My outfit and makeup had me feeling sassy and wild.
But as I met Nolan’s eyes, I saw his face was looking serious, and not only in a sexy way.
He was wowed, looking at me in the burlesque-like lingerie set he’d sent over as a gift earlier in the evening. But also, I was getting the feeling that he had walked into the room with something else on his mind.
But I looked so damn good in this outfit. I wasn’t going to let anything spoil the mood.
It was a merlot-colored lace corset and brassiere, kind of old-fashioned in the design, but with a deliberately contrasting racy haute couture accent of bright violet zippers. Two arced in a semicircle around each lace-lined bra cup. The third zipper went straight down the mid
