Chapter 144 Emma
- Emma stood in front of her bedroom mirror, brushing out the tangles in her long auburn hair.
- It had been days, tension clung to her like a second skin, the memory of Jefferson's brazen display still flickering in her mind.
- She had changed into her favorite sleepwear—a soft tank top that hugged her C-cup breasts and loose shorts that rode up her toned thighs from years of college track.