Tanya stood in front of her dressing table, combing her hair. She fluffed it out so it framed her pretty face sensually, the lustrous blonde locks looking somewhat wild and sexy, as she knew Jamal expected.

He'd accompanied her to her room, and then he'd inspected her lingerie drawer, picking out something for her to wear. He'd chosen a red satin lace-up bustier, something she knew looked spectacular on her. And now looking at herself in the mirror, she knew he'd chosen wisely. The satin glistened alluringly as it molded itself to her curvy body, yet she knew the fabric was sinfully cool to the touch-and she expected the boys...