CHAPTER 1
Spencer
I clicked on the music and let Baby, It’s Cold Outside slide off the speakers while I poured a Christmas cocktail into a glass. Singing along to the music, I plucked a cherry from the dish and garnished the top of the festive drink.
I stepped into my pretty red shoes, courtesy of my Aunt Lisa, looked into the mirror, and smoothed my free hand down my very short nightdress.
Steam rushed across my face as I opened the door to the master bathroom, and the wet warmth of it coated my skin with promises to come.
Easing onto the velvet chair I had moved from my closet earlier this morning, I crossed my legs and shamelessly admired the view.
Water cascaded down the planes of his back, down his rock-solid ass, and swirled around his feet. Slowly, I pressed the frosted glass
