The Hockey player's submissive professor
Juno leaned toward Lorelei, whispering, “Are you… really okay with this? The whole… ‘hunt’ thing?”
Lorelei chuckled softly, picking up a garment from a nearby chair. “Of course. It’s been part of this family for generations. More thrilling than you might expect.”
She handed the fabric to Juno, and Juno’s breath caught.
It was a sheer, loose dress, soft and silky, with a plunging neckline that made her uncomfortable. It shimmered faintly in the candlelight, catching her every movement.
“I… uh, it’s a little—” Juno trailed off, cheeks heating.