undergarments, Omega was always more daring.
Alpha looked down at her legs. It would get colder later so she’d decided to wear a pair of boots, a new black suede pair she had bought yesterday. She liked the way they fit her legs, but more importantly, she liked how they looked with the outfit she was wearing—a printed kimono top with an elastic belt that emphasized her small waistline and a black sateen pencil skirt that highlighted her boots.
Her hair was styled slightly differently after her visit to a salon yesterday morning. She knew Riley liked seeing her hair around her shoulders, since he’d said as much that night at his place. So she had enhanced the look by making her hair appear fuller. She’d gotten it layered around her shoulders. A number of people had complimented the new style and said it was perfect for her face.
Riley had suggested that they either spend the night at his place or here, and either one was fine with her. She was so looking forward to tonight and a part of her felt giddy. Omega had called earlier that day and suggested she have an overnight bag packed just in case.
And because there was a chance this is where they would end the evening, her bedroom was ready. She had even bought silk sheets for her bed and scented candles had been placed all around. She liked the way her bedroom looked and although it wasn’t nearly as large as Riley’s, it would serve their purpose.
As she moved away from the mirror, she recalled the tour Riley had given her of his home. Why one person would need that much space she didn’t know. But she had to admit there was something about every room that suited him.
Even his entertainment room suited him. Or should she say rooms, since there were two. There was a state-of-the-art theater with power-operated reclining seats. His music room held a white oak entertainment system with a sophisticated stereo, and a beautiful white Steinway baby grand piano sat in the middle of the floor. According to Riley, his mother, who had been a music major in college, had taught each of her seven sons how to play the piano. After she’d died, Dillon had made sure the lessons continued by hiring a private music instructor.
Alpha’s heart kicked up a notch when she heard the ringing of the doorbell. A quick glance at her watch indicated Riley was fifteen minutes early.
She glanced around her bedroom one last time, liking what she saw. Her queen-size bed was covered in a beautiful blue comforter and she’d added additional shams and decorative pillows. She’d changed the wattage of the lightbulbs in the lamps on both sides of her bed to soften the lighting in the room. Her bedroom had been transformed into a romantic haven.
She liked it. She liked it a lot. And she hoped that if Riley got the chance to see it, he would like it, as well.
* * *
“I hope I’m not too early, but I wasn’t sure how traffic would be coming this way,” Riley said, once he’d been able to regain control of his senses. He had almost lost them when Alpha opened the door. She looked absolutely stunning, from the new hairstyle she was sporting to the outfit she was wearing. Sexy enough to devour. She hadn’t called to say she wasn’t ready for the Pleasure Game later so he could only assume that she was.
Raw need, mingled with potent lust, consumed him. His body hadn’t wasted time getting aroused. This was one time he was grateful for the long leather coat he was wearing. But his full concentration was on what she was wearing. Her outfit was designed to articulate every curve on her body and was doing a great job.
“No, you’re not too early at all. It will only take a second to grab my coat,” she said, stepping aside so he could enter her home.
“Take your time, Alpha.”
“Thanks.”
And then, with deep male appreciation, he watched her walk off, getting even more aroused by the sway of her hips with every step she took in that pencil skirt with the slit in the back. When she
Alpha looked down at her legs. It would get colder later so she’d decided to wear a pair of boots, a new black suede pair she had bought yesterday. She liked the way they fit her legs, but more importantly, she liked how they looked with the outfit she was wearing—a printed kimono top with an elastic belt that emphasized her small waistline and a black sateen pencil skirt that highlighted her boots.
Her hair was styled slightly differently after her visit to a salon yesterday morning. She knew Riley liked seeing her hair around her shoulders, since he’d said as much that night at his place. So she had enhanced the look by making her hair appear fuller. She’d gotten it layered around her shoulders. A number of people had complimented the new style and said it was perfect for her face.
Riley had suggested that they either spend the night at his place or here, and either one was fine with her. She was so looking forward to tonight and a part of her felt giddy. Omega had called earlier that day and suggested she have an overnight bag packed just in case.
And because there was a chance this is where they would end the evening, her bedroom was ready. She had even bought silk sheets for her bed and scented candles had been placed all around. She liked the way her bedroom looked and although it wasn’t nearly as large as Riley’s, it would serve their purpose.
As she moved away from the mirror, she recalled the tour Riley had given her of his home. Why one person would need that much space she didn’t know. But she had to admit there was something about every room that suited him.
Even his entertainment room suited him. Or should she say rooms, since there were two. There was a state-of-the-art theater with power-operated reclining seats. His music room held a white oak entertainment system with a sophisticated stereo, and a beautiful white Steinway baby grand piano sat in the middle of the floor. According to Riley, his mother, who had been a music major in college, had taught each of her seven sons how to play the piano. After she’d died, Dillon had made sure the lessons continued by hiring a private music instructor.
Alpha’s heart kicked up a notch when she heard the ringing of the doorbell. A quick glance at her watch indicated Riley was fifteen minutes early.
She glanced around her bedroom one last time, liking what she saw. Her queen-size bed was covered in a beautiful blue comforter and she’d added additional shams and decorative pillows. She’d changed the wattage of the lightbulbs in the lamps on both sides of her bed to soften the lighting in the room. Her bedroom had been transformed into a romantic haven.
She liked it. She liked it a lot. And she hoped that if Riley got the chance to see it, he would like it, as well.
* * *
“I hope I’m not too early, but I wasn’t sure how traffic would be coming this way,” Riley said, once he’d been able to regain control of his senses. He had almost lost them when Alpha opened the door. She looked absolutely stunning, from the new hairstyle she was sporting to the outfit she was wearing. Sexy enough to devour. She hadn’t called to say she wasn’t ready for the Pleasure Game later so he could only assume that she was.
Raw need, mingled with potent lust, consumed him. His body hadn’t wasted time getting aroused. This was one time he was grateful for the long leather coat he was wearing. But his full concentration was on what she was wearing. Her outfit was designed to articulate every curve on her body and was doing a great job.
“No, you’re not too early at all. It will only take a second to grab my coat,” she said, stepping aside so he could enter her home.
“Take your time, Alpha.”
“Thanks.”
And then, with deep male appreciation, he watched her walk off, getting even more aroused by the sway of her hips with every step she took in that pencil skirt with the slit in the back. When she
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