Sixty-Five

Gia

Kian was on the phone to someone as I finished getting ready. The glass door was closed; it muffled the sound of his voice, making it difficult to hear what he was saying. I could tell by the relaxed look on his face that it wasn’t the Reaper. His eyes flashed in my direction, and he did a double take as he saw what I was wearing. The leather jeans, red cross-over top, and spikey heels did wonders for my petite figure. Kian’s manager wanted me to look every inch the biker chick to complement my husband’s image. I noticed the price tags, and my eyes popped out on stalks. Now that I was ready, I wanted to flaunt my new look and see if Kian approved. I caught his attention with a sultry wave, then made his jaw drop with a sexy dance. Kian mouthed something at me through the glass panel, then pointed to his dick and made a lewd gesture. His grin vanished in a flash as he resumed the conversation on the phone. He turned around so I couldn’t lipread him. Whatever he was talking about, i