Twisted Temptation
Tight jeans, a cropped red top that hugged her breasts like a second skin, and a sheer lacy bra beneath that might as well have been see-through under the hallway light.
It was wrong. She knew it.
But nothing in her life had ever felt this good.
She rang the bell.
Dana opened the door, radiant and composed in a black cocktail dress. “You’re a lifesaver again, Kendra. Emma hasn’t stopped talking about you. She even drew you a picture.”
Kendra smiled tightly, already feeling sweat gather between her thighs.
Where was Colton?
“Oh—before I forget,” Dana added, reaching for her handbag. “You left these here last time.”