Chapter 84 —Run...

Narrator:

When Roman opened the bedroom door, the air seemed to thicken immediately. His gaze met hers.

“Damn it!” he exclaimed, unprepared for what he saw.

Aylin was there, waiting for him with all the calmness in the world, sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other, playing with the tip of her hair as if she were unaware of the lethal image she was projecting. But he knew she was. Because Aylin didn't have a single piece of clothing covering her. Only lingerie. And not just any lingerie, but red, tiny, exquisitely designed to be sin turned into fabric. The lace bra barely covered what was necessary, leaving her skin exposed, her breasts enhanced in a way that seemed designed to tempt him into hell. Garters ran up her thighs, holding up sheer stockings that hugged her skin with insulting sensuality, connecting to a thin garter belt that further accentuated the curve of her waist. And the most lethal garment of all... A tiny red thong that disapp