Alpha Caius and the Runaway Luna
The half-smile on Natasha’s face told me that was exactly why she recommended the dress.
Well, I guess I was going commando tonight.
Evangeline and I took a moment to explore the west wing. When we finally made it to her bedroom we stepped inside to find Knight reclined on the massive four-postered bed, twirling a pair of lacey blank underwear on his finger. Her suitcase was wide open.
“You—” She sputtered, her pretty face turning red.
He crossed his booted feet at the ankles and gave her an indolent smile. Despite being a pain in the ass, I had to admit Knight was pretty damn attractive. He looked like some kind of rogue Prince, his shirt rising up his toned stomach to reveal a slew of colo