Chapter 63 A Temporary Distraction

• The door to my study creaked open without permission, and in she strutted like she owned the room.
• She wore a clingy crimson dress, cut high at the thigh and low at the chest, so sheer it was more a suggestion than fabric. The neckline plunged dangerously, exposing the swell of her breasts with a thin silver chain resting between them. The slit climbed up to her hipbone, revealing smooth skin and the edge of lacy black undergarments she clearly intended me to notice.
• My lips curled in disgust.