Chapter 20 Ann’s Plan I (R-18)
Liam strolled down the dimly lit street, his hands casually tucked into his pockets while his eyes flickered toward his phone screen. He scrolled through his messages, searching for the directions Ann had sent earlier. The soft glow of the streetlights reflected off his phone, illuminating his face as he compared the images in his memory to the houses lined up before him.
It didn't take long before he spotted a familiar-looking house.
"This must be it," he muttered under his breath, stuffing his phone back into his pocket.
Stepping up to the door, he knocked twice. The sound of soft footsteps approached from the other side, and then—
Click.
The door swung open, and Liam nearly forgot how to breathe.
Standing before him, Ann leaned against the doorframe, wearing the most dangerously tempting outfit he had ever seen on her.
She had on a sheer, oversized satin robe that was loosely tied at her waist, leaving most of her cleavage completely exposed. The soft fabric barely covered her thighs, and Liam's eyes couldn't help but follow the curve of her long, smooth legs. The way the dim lighting cast a glow over her skin made her look like a damn goddess.
And the worst part? She knew exactly what she was doing.
Liam's mind went wild.
"Damn, I knew this girl was up to something!" he screamed internally. "This is gonna be good."