Did she hear voices? Before her imagination got the best of her, the Playroom door opened. Heavy footsteps approached. She instinctively turned her head toward the sound. The presence circled her once and came to rest behind her back. Warm breath tickled at her ear and she suddenly worried: what if the person in the room with her wasn’t Ty or Jackson? “W-who’s there?” Brooke croaked. She put her hands on her hips and straightened her back. A low chuckle erupted. “Don’t panic, princess. It’s just me.” Ty. She took a deep breath and smiled. “Sorry, love. I got carried away taking in the sight of you like this. You look magnificent, Brooke.” His southern drawl was more distinct than the night before. Warm hands stroked the bare skin under the negligee between the corset and her lace panties. She shivered from the light touch traveling up her back. He untied the ribbon at her neck and slipped the negligee off her shoulders.
