Page 73 of Tristano

“Fuck it,” I mumble as I toss it onto the bed.

Walking over to the dresser, I riffle through my bras and panties looking for something to wear under it. Something emerald green catches my attention, and I pull it out. It’s a low-cut lace bra with a matching thong pinned to it, along with a note.

I saw this when I was at Seduction, and I thought of you.

You are gorgeous no matter what you wear, but if I’ve learned anything from listening to women talk, it’s that a sexy piece of lingerie is a hell of a confidence boost.

I would kill to see you in it, but even if I don’t, just know you look as amazing in it as you feel.

Love,

Tristano

“Fuck me,” I breathe out.

Tears prick my eyes as I reread his words over and over. How is this man so perfect? He always seems to know what to say or do. When I’m sad, he seems to be able to sense it. He will crack jokes until I smile again. When I’m doubting myself, he reassures me so effortlessly.

Why did I waste so much time without him? I refuse to waste another minute. From now on, it’s me and him against the world, fuck societal norms.

Setting the note down gently on the dresser, I walk over to the door and shut it, not bothering with the lock. Tris would never enter without permission.

As I walk back over to the lingerie, I take off my sweatshirt and sports bra, tossing them onto the bed. Gently, I undo the safety pin and set the thong off to the side. While staring into the mirror, I watch myself put it on. After adjusting the girls, I stare at myself in awe.

I don’t know how he knew I needed this. It’s so soft and delicate when I’m anything but. I feel sexy. Like I could invoke desire in a man. Bring him to his knees for me. I feel like a stronger, better version of myself.

Turning my head, I eye the door.

What would he think if I walked out there just like this?

Shaking my head, I finish dressing, marveling at how the dress looks just as sexy on me. I’m a brand new person on the outside, but I feel the same on the inside. It feels right. Like this is where I belong.

The woman at that shop knows what she’s doing because if she’s selling seduction, then it’s working.

I’m going to seduce Tristano one way or another tonight. I have no idea how far it will go, but I know that no matter where we end up, I’ll be his and he will be mine.

Always.

* * *

“My lady.”I smirk as I help Serena out of the car.

A pretty blush covers her cheeks. “Charmer.”

“Only for you,” I tell her as I shut the car door.

Taking her hand in mine, I pull her toward the club doors.

When she stepped out of her bedroom in that black dress that hugged her body so perfectly, just a hint of the emerald lace poking out of the cleavage, I almost dropped to the floor right then and there. She hadn’t even done anything other than put the dress on, and it was already overstimulating to my senses. I’ve been sleeping next to this girl for over a week now, yet she still manages to take my breath away.

Thankfully, I was able to pull it together so I didn’t look like a total dork, but I could tell she noticed the pause and she enjoyed it, her cheeks glowing that pretty shade of red.

Tonight, I have something spontaneous planned for us. I haven’t been dancing in ages, but as soon as I saw the dress, I knew I needed to see her move in it.

The bouncer nods as he sees me and lifts the rope blocking the entrance.

“Don’t we have to go to the back of the line?” She cranes her neck to look at the people waiting in line.

“Nope.” I pop the “p” but don’t tell her anymore.

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