Demien's POV
Whatever I wanted to say to Greta was totally wiped off my mind the minute I raised my head to see her in the nightie she wore.
My wolf howled in my head at the sight of her glittering skin. I remembered the nightie instantly. I had specifically told her not to wear it if she wanted to remain a virgin. I frowned wondering if she had purposely worn it to make me have no choice.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Greta?” I asked raising a brow while trying to bank the feeling that was threatening to overtake my every being.
Greta put down her leg from the edge of my chair then pushed my laptop to the side and sat on the table.
“I just wanted to talk,” she said. There was nervousness in her eyes but for a temptress, she wasn't doing badly as my body responded to her.
“No one
