**Doctor’s Orders**
Chapter 45
YARA'S POV
I walked into the club like every man in the building should already be hard.
Black dress that stopped just under the curve of my ass, no bra, no panties, heels that made my legs look endless. My dark hair was down and slightly messy on purpose. Full lips, sharp winged liner, the kind of face that made people stare and then look away like they’d been caught. I knew what I looked like. Lisa knew what she looked like too. That was the whole point of us.
She was already at the bar when I stepped inside—long honey-blonde hair, tiny red dress that barely covered her t**s, thighs thick and smooth under the lights. She turned when she saw me, grinned like trouble, and crooked two fingers.
“About f*****g time, Yara,” she said, pulling me in by the
