Jasmine’s POV
Once we left the cocktail spot, Rylee drove me to a luxurious boutique and I picked an alluring pair of lingerie with her expertise. It was a nude lacy thong that would gracefully cling to my hips and the color would melt on my skin like butter. The pores are quite small, and it would give away enough skin.
She gave me tips too, which I found weird, but a good coping strategy around Rylee was to pretend you loved every bit of it and toss all of her naughty girl lessons in the nearby trash when she was far gone.
Not like she couldn't handle rejection or a no for a response, but you'd do yourself a lot of good by saving the energy and avoiding her sermon. Rylee would be on your neck till you accept her earthly salvation message.
Rylee also picked two pairs of lingerie for herself. Done with the lingerie shopping, I got into a nearby mall to pick a few things for my babies. Once we were done shopping, we carried our bags and walked to her silver Audi.
“Rylee dear,” I po
