EIGHTY SIX

Everything happened so quickly that I was hazed out of reality until he kissed my bosom, which he had been staring out at for a long time. I couldn't blame him; my breast did come off as tempting, shooting off from my bra, and my dress tightened it to make a perfect, delectable shape.

I watched in sweet horror as he relieved me of the tightness of my dress, revealing my breasts to him, which were shielded by a see-through white bra that covered nothing. My nipples suddenly craved his touch.

I bit my lips at how anger has quickly changed into pleasure. I wanted him so badly, and the thought of how many questions will be asked or the rumors flying right now as to what I was doing here only added to how insane what he was doing to me was.

"Seth, we need to talk," I say, trying to stand my ground even though every part of my body was giving up.

"Talk about what?" He asked, his eyes lifted up to look at me. "Talk about what Scarlett," he whispered in my ears, and I closed my ears at the sof