Tyler entered his apartment, holding a large gift box in his arm. He locked the door behind him, expecting Darla to be home, but the apartment was all too quiet. He set the present on the black leather sofa and took off his peacoat, walking past the hallway.
"Darla?" he called out, checking if she was around, but there wasn't any response. Before he heeled into the kitchen, he felt his phone go off in his pants. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his phone, with a text message from Darla.
Merry Christmas sexy... Take off your clothes!
"Huh?" he murmured, before he turned around and saw Darla standing behind him, wearing nothing but black chantily-laced stockings, and a velvet choker, holding two empty glasses and a bottle of Chardonay that covered her sex. Her lusty appearance was enough to raise his eyes with a smile and speechless.
She spoke in a breathy, seductive voice; her expression all wanton in lust. "Honey, because I love you so much I want to spend our first holiday-"
Before she could finish her sentence, they heard someone ringing the doorbell repeatedly.
The two rolled their eyes away, instantly knowing who it was, in unison "Peaches."