Chapter 87: Checking In for a Cure

"Mm-hm, take off your pants," Pierce reminded her. Bria said nothing. Color rushed into her cheeks and all the way to her ears. She wanted the floor to split open and swallow her whole. But if she wanted to fix what she saw as her "incompleteness," she had to go along with it. She had a fine figure. Not the cartoonish hourglass sort; there was a soft roll at her waist and a little softness across her lower belly. On her alabaster skin, that softness only made her more alluring-the kind of body...