SAMANTHA
After locking eyes with Darlington, one thing became clear to me.
I was still in my sexy hot red lingerie.
The lace was barely there, a flimsy excuse for clothing that covered almost nothing and revealed almost everything. No wonder why he stared so hard, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my skin prickle with awareness.
The neckline was very low, struggling to contain my breasts in a way that felt precarious and dangerous. My waist was half-bared and it met the cool air of the room, sending goosebumps across my exposed skin. The hemlines daring cut exposed my entire leg, leaving nothing to the imagination with even the smallest movement.
"Argh—" I screamed, trying to shield my chest with my hands, but before I could properly cover myself, Darlington's grip tightened around my wrist and he pulled me sharply into his embrace.
