As promised, Angela wore a black teddy on her wedding night. It wasn’t the same one she’d worn the previous evening, but Griffin seemed to approve. It was a black silk thong with a see-through lace bustier that she’d purchased especially for the occasion. Slipping out alone during her lunch hour, she’d ducked into an expensive shop called, “The King’s Mistress,” a name that promised passion and seduction. Angela wanted both on her and Griffin’s first night married together. ...