Kassie called out loudly. It was a tight, black number that clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating every curve and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. “And who knows,” she added with a sly smile, “maybe I’ll let you kiss me again.”
She let go of his collar, smoothed her skirt, and turned on her heel like it was just another Tuesday. She glanced at the screen and sighed before answering. Without a word, she marched over, seized his wrist, and pulled him into the house with the same kind of purpose one might use to retrieve a forgotten umbrella. “Y’all better not be boring,” she said as she slid through the door with a loud laugh. Sommer has been dreading this moment ever since receiving another email from the unknown blackmailer. Kassie was standing outside, her arms crossed over her chest, a scowl etched into her perfect features. “Are you sure? She leaned back, her legs parting slightly to give a peek at her black lace panties. She spread her legs wider, giving the camera a full view of her shaved mound.
