Lorraine now understood exactly why Emma had "prepared" her for bed that night.
And… infuriatingly enough… it had worked.
Her husband, the man who had once called her useless and a mistake, the husband who didn't even look her way for a few days, was standing in her doorway, visibly unsettled by what he saw.
Well.
She knew he was attracted to her in the dark. The kind of attraction that made him return to her like a predator returning to its favorite watering hole, like a creature that knew exactly where to find its favorite prey.
But would that same man be seduced by Lorraine? The mute. The deaf. The woman he had written off?
There was only one way to find out.
Her bare feet whispered over the floor as she crossed the room, hips swaying with slow, deliberate precision, her long hair brushing languidly over the curve of her hips. She reached the threshold, curled her fingers around the edge of the door, and leaned her body just enough to push it open.
