Chapter 47 Forty-seven

• Viktor
• "Well, well, Mr. Ivanov! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Allison's eyes scan my body as she struts into the foyer of the Silas estate. The exaggerated sway in her hips is pushing the limit; the dip of her neckline paired with what's obviously a push-up bra makes her deep cleavage beyond obscene.
• What's even more obscene is how my mind immediately leaps to Anna wearing the exact same thing. The scarlet wrap dress hugging her thighs, her breasts threatening to spill out of the top of it...