Chapter 1

I tugged at the sash of my robe, letting the black–and–gold embroidered silk slide off my shoulders and pool on the cold floor. 

The dark crimson French lace was practically sheer. A few impossibly thin black straps dug into my waist, while the cold, hard metal clasps of the garter belt bit a faint flush into the pale skin high on my thighs. 

Just hours ago, I was wearing this exact “armor” to close out this year’s Victoria’s Secret runway show. 

At least fifty million men around the world had been glued to 

their screens, salivating over my waistline and legs, probably 

wishing they could reach right through the glass. 

But my own husband? Not even close.