Page 46 of #Bossholes

No one answers back because the suite is empty. But he’s been here.

There are rose petals on the bed along with a white lace teddy, a matching blindfold, and a typed note.

Put these on and get comfortable on the bed.

Short and to the point. Although, it would have been nice if he signed his name or gave me any indication of how long I have to get ready.

If he’s like any other man in my life, he won’t wait long. So, I snag the lingerie from the bed, stuff my duffel bag and purse in the closet, and head into the bathroom. After taking a few deep breaths, I slide off my dress along with my bra and panties and hold up the lace.

I pull it on very carefully because if I don’t, I’ll end up face-first on the tiled floor with my legs twisted up in the strips of fabric. I say strips because the entire bottom is split open from my lower back to the top of my slit.

There’s a deep V down the front, connected with a little jeweled heart, and it’s—holy shit, this entire thing is stretchy. I can easily pop it over one breast or both without it beinguncomfortable. It’s pretty, but I imagine that was the last thing on his mind when he picked this out.

I’m entirely accessible and exposed. It’s a good thing I showered and shaved almost my entire body before I left my apartment.

But at least I feel comfortable and sexy. Desired.

I glance at myself in the mirror and run my hands over my body, my curves, the white lace. Not only do I feel sexy, I look it too.

My confidence grows with every step back to the bed. I can do this.I am doing this.

As instructed, I lay in the middle of the bed, sliding the blindfold in place. I lay my arms at my sides, I put them behind my head; I put them back at my sides. And then I shift and cross my legs. Uncrossing my legs.

I’m not sure how long I lay there, minutes, hours, but the second the hotel door opens, my newfound confidence vanishes.

I’m no longer alone.

TWENTY-FIVE

Kinsley

I swearmy heart stops the second I hear footsteps in the bedroom. They’re close, right next to the bed.

Holy shit. He’s in here. He’s probably looking at me right now, checking out his investment. The need to rip off this blindfold, to see the man who will be touching me is strong, and I fist the comforter beneath me to force my hands to stay at my sides.

There’s a rustling of clothes. More footsteps. A low murmur I can’t quite make out.

My body is shaking. My heart is beating so hard I’m afraid it’s going to bust out of my chest.

I’m straining, trying to hear every last detail, anything to let me know who this man is. I’m concentrating so hard when a light hand touches my calf, I yelp and nearly jump off the bed.

Oh. My. God.

I’m struggling to breathe, to keep myself under control.Lay still. Keep calm. I can do this.

That hand trails up and down my lower leg, slowly, lightly, never once traveling above my knee. Goosebumps break out over my entire body, my traitorous nipples hardening intopoints, and a shiver runs down my spine. And from what? A simple leg touch?

Brian got to second base, and not once did I feel an ounce of this. Maybe it’s the thrill of anonymity. Maybe there’s something wrong with me. Maybe that’s why I never felt anything like this with him.

The bed dips on one side of me and then the other. Is he…is he climbing on top of me? I squirm, waiting for his weight to drop down on me, but it never comes. Instead, the hand trails higher, this time circling my knee cap before running the length of my thigh. Those fingers keep traveling upward, moving along the scalloped lace.

His light touches are driving me crazy. I don’t know why he doesn’t just spread my legs and take what he’s here for, what we’re both here for.

My breath catches in my throat as his other hand goes to my other side. His grip is firmer, massaging my hip before moving down.

The bed shifts again, and he settles on each side of my legs. I can only guess he’s straddling me, but I still don’t feel anything else. Still, I’m on fire. He’s barely touching me, yet a blaze of heat sizzles through my veins. My skin tingles. My entire body is hyperaware, on edge, focused on every place his skin touches mine.

He hasn’t said anything, and I’m not sure if I should break the ice or stay silent. What the hell is the protocol for this situation? He didn’t gag me, so I can only assume I’m allowed to talk.

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