The outfit I chose was a curve-hugging black sheath with cap sleeves and a hemline that hit just below the knee. It looked almost demure until I turned around to reveal the plunging back, the fabric draping softly at the base of my spine. I paired it with red lips and red heels.

Rohan gave me a wolfish grin when I flounced into his room. He prodded me backward until my legs hit his mattress. "Show me how it comes off."

"None of that." My stomach fluttered; my push against ...