After freshening up and changing into his clothes for the evening, Stefan sat in the living room, waiting for Genevieve to join him so they could leave.
He kept glancing toward the hallway, listening for the sound of Genevieve's footsteps.
When the hallway door finally opened, he turned, and for a moment, his mind went blank.
Genevieve stood there in a fitted mini gown that hugged her body like it had been sewn onto her skin. The fabric clung to her curves, the neckline daring, the hem high on her thighs. Her blonde hair fell loose over her shoulders, framing her face, her red painted lips slightly parted like she already knew the effect she was having on him.
"What do you think?" She asked, spinning around.
Stefan blinked. "Are you seriously asking me that right now?" he asked hoarsely.
She smiled, slow and coy, tilting her head. "Yes, I am asking. Is my outfit a yes or a no?"
