After dinner, Jesiree pushed Can out of the kitchen and insisted that she would clean it. Can protested at first, but then he realized his mate had won. He took a shower and lay on the sofa in a pair of dark pink pajama pants. Can kept looking toward the hallway, wondering what was taking his mate so long. “I’m so done. Eskimo, we must remember we can't make love to our mates until the night after the ball. Then Ree-Ree and Tempest will be all ours. Damn.” He mumbles, looking at Ree-Ree walking into the den wearing a light pink backless satin babydoll and a pair of matching thong panties.
She nods, looking at him. “Can Scorpio, that color suits you very well. I do mean well. It shows me that you are confident in your masculinity. Which I find to be an attractive quality.” Ree-Ree lay on t
