Ethan was totally sprawled out, just leaning back in the Jacuzzi. The bubbling water was working his shoulders while Victoria headed back from the cellar. She came clutchin' that champagne bottle, freshly uncorked.
The moment Victoria walked in, her long, black hair was lookin' wild, falling in serious waves. It made the black garter belt pop even harder against the mature curve of her ass. She still had the glasses on, though. They just gave her this vibe, you know? Like, high-class whore sophisticated.
"Mr. Ethan, hope this champagne tastes like damn paradise," Vicki purred, her voice a low-key magnet. "I got something… special planned to celebrate your new digs."
Ethan flashed a wicked smile, taking a big gulp from his glass. "I'm down for whatever you got cookin', Vicki."
