Richelle stood by the fireplace, dressed in a silk robe that shimmered under the low lights. She had been counting down the hours, checking the flight tracker every fifteen minutes until the car pulled into the driveway. As the footsteps approached, a slow, knowing smile spread across her face.
"You're late," she whispered, her voice honey-thick and playful. "I was starting to think I’d have to enjoy this 'welcome home treat' all by myself." mypervyfamily richelle ryan welcome home treat
