A few days later

Ari lounged on the couch in her skimpy attire, enjoying the rare moment of solitude. The tiny blue tube top barely contained her ample breasts, the swell of her cleavage threatening to spill out with each breath. Matching blue thongs rode low on her hips, the lacy fabric disappearing between her toned buttocks. White thigh-high socks completed the provocative ensemble.

A sudden knock at the door startled her from her reverie. Curious, she padding over on bare feet, wondering who could be visiting at this hour. Peeking through the peephole, Ari's eyes widened in shock to see none other than Tyler standing on her doorstep, a roguish grin on his handsome face.