SMOKE: Young Outlaws MC Nevada (YOUNG OUTLAWS MC - NEVADA Book 2) by T.L WAINWRIGHT

Author:T.L WAINWRIGHT [WAINWRIGHT, T.L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Eighteen

Tenley

The emerald green satin dress hanging on the back of my door isn’t my usual choice of color. I’m unlikely to wear it again, but under the circumstances, for tonight’s date with a handsome Irish man, it’s perfect.

When Smoke had left my apartment, his parting threat had unravelled me somewhat, and immediately, I’d grabbed the bottle of vodka that was stashed in the back of my freezer box for emergencies. With a shot glass in one hand and ice-cold bottle under my arm, I had snatched up my laptop and got settled back on the sofa.

Three hours later, half the vodka gone and a shit ton of scrolling through pages and pages of research on the Death Valley Irish and the Dunne family, I could barely see straight. With no further earth-shattering insight into any of them, I surrendered and took myself off to bed, hoping I didn’t have a raging hangover in the morning.

I hadn’t, thankfully, but as I’d trailed around the boutiques in the midtown area of Reno, I’d returned home with the headache from hell and an outfit for my date.

I’d taken a nap, only dragging myself up and into the shower around half an hour ago giving me a little over ninety minutes to get ready.

My makeup is flawless but not over the top. I wasn’t sure what to do with my hair. In the end, I decided to leave it down in soft curls that framed my face. I pull the dress from the hanger and unfasten the zip that runs down the side of the fabric. As I step into it and bring the soft, silky fabric up my body, I watch my reflection in the tall mirror in front of me. Securing the zipper is a little awkward, but once in place, the fabric clings to my curves perfectly. The neckline drapes low enough to give a hint of cleavage without showing too much of what hides beneath. The length falls just above my knee and has a small slit at the side which shows a little more thigh. I make a mental note to check that I’m not flashing too much skin when I sit.

I slip on my nude, heeled pumps and put the final touch of red glossy lipstick to my lips.

“Holy fuck,” I grind out when I take in my full view in the mirror. Even I’m shocked at how incredibly hot I look. It’s too much. This is way too much for a dinner date with a man I barely know, and a dangerous one at that.

I rummage in my wardrobe intending to pull out some plain black pants and a top more suitable for the date, but then Smoke’s warning comes back to mind. I stop, hands still holding on to the garments, and let out an enormous sigh.

To get this man’s attention, I need to pull out all the stops and if dressing like I’m about to be whisked off to Paris for dinner at the Guy Savoy restaurant, then that’s what I’ll do.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.