Chapter 38 Not My Style
- Mackenzie was standing in nothing but a flimsy black lace bra and matching black panties. And her high heels. She swayed slightly, making her hair flirt around her back.
- “It’s so hot..” She muttered to herself, reaching to her back and struggling to reach the pins of her bra.
- Now that the danger was gone, she was lost under the influence of the tequila shots she had been chugging down all night.