Chapter 42: Scarlett

Scarlett turned to face Cole and let the coat slide down her arms. It fell to the floor, leaving her in the cherry red heels, a pair of pink panties made out of lace so sheer she might as well not be wearing anything, and a long camisole style top. It was made out of the same pink lace, only it had red flowers embroidered across each cup and down over her stomach in such a way that it hid her nipples from view.

"Hot damn," Cole muttered. His cheeks had sunk in and his eyes were dark with lust.

"I wasn't sure you'd like it."

She lifted a hand to her stomach and touched the embroidery.

This was where her plan ended. From here on she was winging it.

"You shouldn't doubt yourself." His gaze traveled up and back down her body. "You better come here if you want me to keep sitting on this couch."

She laughed at that, a mix of nerves and need. One step and he reached out, grabbing her wrist and pulled her closer so she stood between his knees.