Kayla
Nicholas walked into the room and closed the door behind him. I stared at him as he entered, not moving from where I was perched on the bed.
He sauntered over and sat beside me, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. His proximity made my jaw instinctively tighten, and I looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze.
It was then that I realized what I was holding in my hand—a delicate piece of black lace lingerie, easily the most risque one I owned. And on my lap was a box of even more lingerie, an array of differently colored laces and silks.
My cheeks flushed a deep crimson as I noticed his gaze drifting to the garment in my hands.
He arched an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. “Interesting choice for tonight,” he remarked casually.
Morti
