KYLA
Kyla stood before the mirror, fingers running across the lace that was on her chest. She was wearing sexy lingerie that clad her slender waist and flared down, barely covering her butt.
"You look hot, girl," Chelsea said from the video call.
"I can't wear this around the house. It's too exposing, and I don't even think I'm going to keep pushing him to do something he doesn't want to do. I mean, he doesn't look at me. He is hellbent on not crossing the line. I should appreciate that."
"But you'll never know why his touch is the only one that worked on your body."
"I know." Kyla took a deep breath. "I know, but that doesn't mean I should keep doing this. Besides, my boss's grandma's birthday is tomorrow. I'm going to meet a great therapist who can maybe find a lasting solution. Bes
