Alpha's Good Girl
he said again, slowly like I didn’t understand this.
“That’s what I’m wearing,” I said. I was getting irritated.
“As in... Victrolla Secret type shit. Silk, robes, lingerie,” he said.
My jaw dropped. My ran raced thinking of the brand. It was not the type of pajamas I was thinking. It was an expensive clothing store that had the kind of undergarments that made men’s tongues rolls out of their mouths and their dick stand.
“Fuck,” I cursed.
“Mm-hmm,” he hummed.