Serena's emerald eyes twitched, a sharp flicker of panic slicing through the foggy haze of her midnight resolve like a cold blade. The soft knock she'd just delivered still reverberated in her ears, a damning echo that amplified the gravity of her impulsive act.
Standing there in the dim hallway, her lacy black lingerie clinging to her sweat dampened skin like a second layer of temptation, she felt exposed, vulnerable, the sheer fabric barely containing the heavy swell of her breasts, the thin straps digging into her shoulders, the high-cut bottoms riding up to accentuate the curve of her ass and the damp heat between her thighs.
What the hell was she doing?
