Dressed in soft lavender lingerie that clung delicately to her petite frame, Aria sat at the edge of the bed, her hands fidgeting in her lap as she waited for Zane to return.
Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink, not just from the lace brushing against her skin, but from the nerves fluttering wildly in her chest. She had followed every instruction Celine had given her, from the outfit to the setup, to how she should act tonight.
“Trust me,” Celine had said, “he won’t be able to resist you.”
Aria desperately wanted to trust that.
She glanced around the room, her lips parting in awe despite the butterflies in her stomach. The moment Zane left for the office that afternoon, Celine sent in the decorators. Now, the bedroom looked like something from a dream. Soft candlelight danced against t
