The front door swung open the moment I reached the top step. Amelia stood before me, in the moonlight, in all her Livingstone sexy goddess glory. My psyche registered a pinprick of jealousy. The woman was perfection. How would I compare standing next to her in Denrique’s eyes?
She was wearing an elegant shift dress that was immaculate white. Underneath was a hint of a white lace bra. Her legs were encased in elegant white stockings and landed in a pair of cute white heels.
Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes sparkling like a cat that had caught its mouse. She extended one of two tall stems of white wine and I took it in my hands upon arrival at the doorstep.
“Hey there gorgeous,” she said in a sultry voice.
“Hey you, not so bad yourself.”
We clinked glasses and giggled. I needed the dri
