I change out of my sundress and as per Maddison's stern order; I pull on a black plaid skirt that stops dangerously close to showing my ass on top of a panty hose, a white knitted sweater and black ankle boots. I look hot in a college girl kind of way and I like it. While I wait for Hercules’s study door to open after rapping my knuckles on it, I tie my hair back into a low ponytail and pull out a few strands of hair at the front to frame my face.
“Why the f**k are dressed up?” Hercules demands as soon as he swings open the barrier between us and takes a look at me. His gaze moves slowly from the top of my head to my toes and then up again at my eyes. It’s easy to notice the heated hunger in his look, at which I smirk at and walk past him further into the room.
“I'm going out with Mad
