I'd have to thank Aaren for picking out the skirt, right after I thanked God for the way her ass peaked out the bottom of it. She was the picture of perfection and I wanted nothing more than to toss her on the dining room table and unwrap her like the gift she was.
Aaren was right, I was obsessed. I didn't care though, I knew she'd prove herself when the time came. She needed a bridge, not to be isolated from us. We would never be able to work together if we didn't extend some sort of truce to her.
I looked at Morgan and wanted to snap at him. He was looking at her like he wanted to smash her face in. Or f*ck her, I couldn't really tell. Either way, he'd have to wait. She was mine tonight.
I smiled to myself, elated that she had picked me. Though I had to admit that tonight was going
