A gift from The Viper

Angelica

My skin felt hot and it had nothing to do with how long I’d danced. I looked up at Curtis who was as stunned as I was.

“Would you believe me if I said that was an accident?” I averted my gaze from him.

“Not a chance in hell.” He swiped a wisp of hair off my face and replaced it with his lips, shocking both of us.

He pushed himself off the bed and straightened his suit jacket, but not before raking his eyes all over me like he wanted to devour me.

“Get dressed. We are going out for lunch.” He ordered.

What made him think he could tell me what to do? More importantly, “what’s wrong with what I’m wearing? It’s a beach city. Everyone is wearing shorts and crop tops.”

He looked down at me. “The last thing I want is the whole city getting a front-row view of my wife’s tits spilling out of her top.”

My retort was cut off when I looked down at myself and caught sight of my left boob nearly all the way out of my top.

Oops.

I shoved it back down, ignoring his shocked glare. In m