Ghost
Yeah, thanks. I’ll give it a go.
Honor
Report back!
I snort as I switch off my phone and shut my laptop. Charlie tilts his head. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll stop being a coward and go rescue your daddy from his crisis.”
Now, how does one snap a tattooed bad boy biker out of his self-induced pity party? I bite my lip as my gaze catches on the coat hook near the door. Right. I give Charlie one last belly rub to tide him over and take my phone and outfit idea into the guest room. Stripping out of everything but my panties and heels, I pull on the jacket, immediately engulfed by a mix of his scent and leather. Well, it’s turning me on, so I hope it does the same for him. I undo my braid and admire the waves left in my hair before relaxing back on the bed. Playing around with my camera, I decide black and white is the most flattering filter before takinga few shots. Dear God, looking sexy is an art I am not adept in. I sigh and pull up Honor’s number, giving her a call.
“That was fast! My guy needs to practice a little tantric.”
“I can’t get it right.”
“What? Being naked? Take your clothes off.”
I roll my eyes. “I got that part, but being naked and being sexy are not synonymous.”
“Do you want to show me?”
Biting my lip, I decide we passed weird the day I helped murder her first husband. “Are you alone?”
As much as I need the help, I don’t want Fox involved.
“No, but he’s busy driving. Flip to video and let’s see what we are working with.”
Before I second guess myself, I do just that. Honor whistles low. “Damn, girl, you do not mess around. You’re enough to tempt a straight woman.”
“Hey,” Fox grumbles.
“I can’t help it!” She groans. “With all that mussed hair, leather jacket, and hint of a tattoo—she’s gorgeous.”
Fox’s head suddenly appears on screen as the car appears to stop moving. “Send him that.”
He’s gone before I can berate him, and Honor gives me the thumbs up. “If you want to be a really big tease, zip up the jacket a little, but leave your cleavage on show. And they’re suckers for red lipstick if you have any.”
“I concur,” Fox adds.
“Thanks,” I tell them and end the call. Red lipstick? That would be in the bathroom, which means I would need to sneak in and grab it. I can manage stealth mode. After setting my phone on the bed, I edge the closet door open and release a breath when I notice the other one is closed. I sneak in and take my red lipstick, then grab the red silk panties on impulse on the way back. May as well go the whole way.
I swipe the blazing color across my lips, check it hasn’t bled, change my panties, then climb back on the bed. I huff out a breath, snap a picture, and hit send without looking at it.
My phone instantly buzzes. That was... oh shit.
MrsFoxyRoxy
Wrong chat! But A plus. I’d bang you if I wasn’t happily married.
Fox
Same.
HunKing
What the actual fuck, trouble?
MrsFoxyRoxy
