Arwen took in her image in the mirror and knew she looked good. She wore a dusky blue dress with a deep vee at the neckline. It was fitted almost bodycon style, yet she could breathe and walk freely in it. It hovered about an inch over her knees and with the black heels she was sporting, her legs appeared endless. It was vastly different from the normal yoga pants for her physio practice or the camo and leather she wore when on Bellona missions. This was an outfit to impress.
She put her earrings in and gave one last touch of lipstick to her lips and then smiled at her reflection. A frisson of excitement coursed through her at the notion it was highly likely she was going to have s*x with Adrianu Cavallaro, and she prayed desperately it was as wild as she’d imagined all week. She conside
