Seven Nights of Sin (Penthouse Affair #2)

Chapter 9 Presley

Presley

“London is colder than Seattle, right?” I ask Bianca. She’s lounging across her bed next to an impressive pile of sweaters in all shapes and colors. I leave for England with Dominic this afternoon, and in my distracted state, I’ve procrastinated packing the necessities. Like clothes. And toiletries. Which means I’ve emptied my suitcase and duffel bag onto her bed so she can help me pack.

Bianca pulls out her phone and scrolls briefly. “The weather app says it will be rainy. That doesn’t necessarily mean cold, though. Sixties during the day and fifties at night.”

“Hmm, all right. So maybe something a little breathable. Like this?” I hold up my favorite, a peach-colored cardigan in a clunky knit.

Bianca squints at it. “I don’t think that’s gonna be breathable enough.”

“Really? I like it,” I say, examining the texture between thumb and finger. I wore this cardigan through most of my time at Brown. It’s been through some of the best and worst times of my life, from late-night essay-writing to early mornings at my favorite coffee shop.

“Presley,” Bianca says, sitting up with a huff. “You don’t need sweaters. You need lingerie.”

“What?” I practically snort.

say you wouldn’t be there strictly for business? I’m just reading between the lines.” She wiggles

only for business doesn’t mean I

underwear . . . it’s lingerie.

around, looking at myself in the mirror, admiring the way the lacy pink bodysuit hugged my slight curves. Although it took me a minute to get used to it, I liked

worn those,” I

or never,” she says, peeking inside my duffel bag. “Where

her and pull out a gift bag from where I stored it. I open it, and we both

Wow, you really never

had the inspiration

“What about now?”

undress me and find this underneath. The way his eyes would grow dark and his lips would part . . . God,

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