Olivia Wynne only spared Zachary Fairchild a single glance before quickly looking away.
In Zachary Fairchild's hand was a black nightgown. The sheer, gauzy fabric looked completely transparent; if worn on the body...
'That goes without saying. It would be stunning. Skin peeking through the sexy, black, gauzy nightgown... shamelessly seductive.'
'Could someone really wear something like that right now?'
'Of course not,' Olivia Wynne answered herself with certainty.
'It wasn't just that she didn't know Zachary Fairchild; she wouldn't wear something like that even for someone she did know well.'
'If she wore something like that, who knew if this man would get ideas?'
"If you like it, you can wear it yourself. I prefer to sleep in the clothes I have on."
After she spoke, Olivia Wynne skipped her shower and walked straight to the bed, pulling back the covers and lying down on the far side.
"I'll take the inside, you take the outside."
