And Iridessa choked on her food.
Her friends chuckled.
She batted her lashes and swallowed awkwardly.
“Thanks,” she smiled.
“You're welcome,” Knight muttered, his voice soft but deep.
“So, girls!” Amaya leaned in, smirking. “What are we wearing to tonight’s pool party?”
Knight scoffed.
“I already picked out this hot pink hooked bra and white panties,” Amaya...