My secret lover
Kayla emerged from the fitting room wearing an incredibly sexy black lingerie, strutting like a true Victoria’s Secret model, just a few inches shorter but losing none of the charisma.
She looked confident, her curves accentuated by the delicate lace, and her mischievous smile revealed that she knew the impact she was making.
"If I were a man, I’d drag you back into that fitting room without a second thought," I said, trying not to laugh.
Kayla threw her head back and let out a hearty laugh, clearly satisfied with my compliment.
"Now it’s your turn, Lauren," she said, handing me five hangers with lingerie of different styles and colors, each more daring and seductive than the last.