Becca practiced one sexy pose after another. She’d draped herself over various pieces of his furniture until the ridiculousness of it all took hold. She’d ended up perched on the arm of his loveseat, dissolving in a fit of laughter. It would look as if she was having a seizure on the playback, but Becca hoped by then she would have figured out how to achieve sultriness and have it look unplanned. She had just pulled on a pair of Madden over-the-knee black leather boots with four-inch heels when Chad texted. Her palms were actually sweating when she picked up her phone and replied. What was she? Fifteen years old and trying to figure out how to get the star point guard to kiss her under the bleachers? Her heels clicked across the hardwood floor as she practiced strutting into his dining area. She stopped and cocked a hip, looking at her reflection in the huge mirror he had propped against the wall. If he decided to do her on his dining room table, they’d have a great side view. The indigo-colored demi bra and low-rise panties rocked.
