Damn, they looked fine. Jeremy wore a black t-shirt over snug black jeans, and a pair of reflective aviator sunglasses, giving him a badass image with the tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve. Silas looked like his polar opposite in a pale blue button-down shirt and well-washed blue jeans. He looked softer and less lethal than his older brother, but still just as damaging to her feminine control. Her body responded almost instantly, and she internally cursed her choice of a soft lacy bra and panties rather than a well-padded cotton one. There was going to be no doubt of her physical interest in the White brothers unless she kept her arms crossed over her chest all evening. “Hey guys,” she said breathily. “Hey beautiful,” Jeremy said, stepping into the doorway. “Silas here tells me that we have the honor of escorting you to the ball tonight.” “Ball? Hmm…I’m afraid I’m a bit underdressed for a ball. You two will have to wait in the carriage while I change,” she teased.
