“Well,
which
do
you
like
the
best,
Storm?”
she
asked,
looking
from
one
dress
to
the
other.
“The
red
one,”
he
replied
promptly,
feeling
somewhat
dazed,
like
he
was
a
participant
in
The
Twilight
Zone.
Jayla
didn’t
notice
his
consternation
as
she
handed
the
red
dress
to
the
smiling
saleswoman
behind
the
counter.
A
huge
grin
touched
her
lips.
“I
like
the
red
one
best,
too.”
Later
that
night,
Storm
had
to
admit
that
he
definitely
liked
the
red
dress,
especially
on
Jayla.
His
tongue
had
nearly
fallen
out
of
his
mouth
the
moment
she
had
stepped
off
the
elevator
to
meet
him
in
the
lobby.
Instantaneous.
Immediate.
A
jolt
of
mind-wrenching
desire
had
shot
straight
to
his
groin.
There
was
nothing
like
an
eye-catching,
incredulously
sexy,
tight-fitting
dress
on
a
woman
who
definitely
had
sleek
and
delectable
curves.
Her
silver
accessories
made
her
look
sophisticated,
elegant
and
hot,
all
at
the
same
time.
The
dress
was
short,
really
short,
but
then
she
had
legs
that
transformed
the
dress
from
provocative
to
mind-blowing.
Her
breasts
sat
high
and
looked
full,
lush
and
ready
to
tumble
out
of
the
low-cut
neckline
at
any
given
moment.
“I
had
a
lot
of
fun
tonight,
Storm,
and
I
like
your
cousin
Ian.”
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