Writing Her a Letter
When Nicholai heard that his mother would be exploring the human city with her granddaughters, he didn't know what kind of picture these girls were willing to paint. Who would have thought that Guinn had fantasies of being a cool mom? Ah, no… a hot cool mom.
Guinn sported her hair in a braid circled around a bun, so her long hair wouldn't obscure her silhouette. She had a white knitted sleeveless halter top, with the collar rolled up to cover her neck. Her legs were slipped into black skintight shiny leather pants, and her feet had a pair of dark-maroon wedge high heels. The same shade of red manicure was on her nails—fingers and toes.
She lifted her tinted spectacles that obscured her red eyes. With a wide grin, Guinn took in the shock in Nicholai's eyes. "Compliment me, Nick!"