I step into our room and am surprised to see candlelight flickering all around.
Rose petals are scattered across the floor and bed.
I quirk a brow, surprised.
And that's when I see her enter.
Her hair is loose, a candle in her hand, and a blood-red lingerie hugging her curves.
My eyes trail from her soft, innocent face to her waist and then down her never-ending legs. I gulp, feeling all my plans short-circuit in seconds.
How do you take things slow with a view like that?
Damn, Doll.
"Do you plan to tease me tonight?" I question, and she looks up at me.
And she smiles.
She fucking smiles.
Am I dreaming? Did she really just smile at me?
"You're back! Would you like a drink?"
I have never seen her so excited to see me before.
Something wasn't making sense.
Something was wrong.
Awfully wrong.
I'm sure there's something going on in that pea-sized brain of hers.
She has tricks up her sleeves.
