So I’m bitter. Who gives a fuck? I think I’m allowed to be.
I opened my suitcase and pulled out a tan chiffon dress with a black lace layer over it. This was one of my favorite dresses despite only having worn it once. And it looked perfect with the black purse and tan heels I conveniently packed. So it was not as garish and glittery as Vegas demanded, but it was classy and sexy.
My middle names. If you discount Ms. Lingerie.
I threw on some makeup and stepped into some black lingerie. And paused.
The lock clicked on the door, and before I could grab the robe again, George strolled into the room.
“What the hell, George?”
Those electric eyes comb over my body, his gaze touching every inch of my body, sweeping over my exposed curves smoothly. I placed my hands on my hips as if the simple movement could distract me from the feelings run
