Twenty
Jules took one last look in the mirror on the back of her bedroom door, made sure the cleavage on her plain black long-sleeved t-shirt was seductive but not blatant then ran her hands down the front of her jeans.
She wondered, not for the first time, if she should’ve worn something more…provocative.
Maybe a dress or at least slacks and a blouse.
She wanted to entice the man into bed but she hadn’t wanted to appear like she was trying too hard. Since she was cooking dinner for him at his house, a dress had seemed like overkill. And she didn’t really own any nice slacks that weren’t for work.
But she looked damn good in these jeans, and her t-shirt clung to her breasts like a second skin. Tonight, she wasn’t out to impress Erik with anything other than her cooking. And then she’d
