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“I don’t need all that.” Two dresses were fine, but whatever was in the other boxes? I was only there for two days. That had to be enough stuff for a week.
“Have these delivered right away please.” Isabella looked at her phone. “We need to run. Are you ready?” For the first time in two hours, she waited for me to reply.
I was about to say yes when I remembered something. Katya was still standing there so I looked at her. “I would like something in black lace.” Heat climbed into my face.
Black lace drives me f**king insane.
“A nightgown maybe?” I asked, my chest tight.
“Ah. Yes, I have the perfect thing.” She clapped her hands and her as**sistant disappeared into the back, only to return holding a slip of a nightgown. At first look, it seemed to be almost demure. But then the as**sistant held it up. The entire thing was sheer except for a faint pattern of lace shining through. Absolutely nothing would be left to the imagination.
“It’s perfect,” I said. If Madden wanted to play games, then he was going to get a taste of his own medicine. I wanted him to ache this time.
“Thank you Katya. A pleasure as always.” Isabella ushered me out the door and back into the car. She didn’t even have to tell the driver where to go. A few minutes later he turned down a tree lined driveway and glided to a stop in front of an enormous house right out of the gothic south. Stone pillars as tall as the house graced the front of the two story building, showcasing an ornate wrought iron door that had to be ten feet high.
The air outside the car was thick with the perfume of exotic flowers. Isabella walked with me to the door and a man dressed entirely in white opened the door.
“This is where I leave you,” Isabella said. “They know what you need and I’ll be back in two hours to take you back to the resort to get dressed for dinner. Have fun!”
“This way, Ms Kinsey,” the man said.
I glanced back at the car which had already pulled away before stepping inside. White marble gleamed everywhere in the foyer. There were no signs, no reception desk, and as far as I could tell, no other people.
The man stopped in front of a nondescript door and opened it, then stepped back to let me in. Soft music filled the relaxing space and a waterfall gurgled in the corner.
“Welcome,” a soothing voice crooned. “If you would disrobe in the adjoining room and put on the robe, we can get started.”
I spent three hours at the spa, getting massaged and painted and waxed in places I never wanted a stranger near again. I tugged the luxurious robe around me tighter. The final stop was the salon, where a man with enough flair to star on Broadway tamed my hair into the most elaborate updo I had ever seen. Only after he declared me a triumph did a woman move in to do my makeup.
When Isabella came through the door she stopped and stared. “Wow. Mr. Cross is going to lose his mind over you. You look beautiful Ms Kinsey.”
I glanced in the mirror. It was weird having a stranger looking back at you, because Isabella was right, the woman in the mirror was stunning.
“‘I’ve had your dress steamed and it’s waiting in the other room. I misjudged the time, so I will take you straight to the restaurant after you have changed.” A new as**sistant moved to my side and guided me to the correct room. The dress Isabella and Katya picked out hung on a hook on the far side of the room. Next to it on the chair were the shoes that matched. On the dresser was the necklace and matching earrings.
Before I underdressed I poked my head out the door. “Isabella?”
She stood up from a chaise and started toward me. “Yes?”
“There aren’t any...undergarments. Should I just wear what I have on?”
Her expression turned horrified. She shook her head and a smile danced over her lips. “With a dress like that, one typically does not wear anything under them. With material that sheer, anything you wear would be visible.”
“Oh.” I ducked back into the room and stared at the dress.
Commando. In public.
It really was the weekend for new experiences. I slipped the robe from my shoulders and took the dress from the hook. The material settled over me like a second skin and I reached back and zipped the short zipper just above my butt. I slipped on the shoes, hooked the necklace and pushed the earrings through my ears.
When I looked up at my reflection, the breath caught in my throat. Whoa. That person in the mirror…that was not me.
I had never looked so sexy before.
“Are you ready?” Isabella called through the door.
Not really, but I had nothing left to do. With a deep breath, I grabbed the small matching purse and opened the door.
Isabella gasped. She lifted her phone and snapped a quick picture. “I have to let Katya see how stunning you are. She will be ecstatic.” We walked through the lobby once again, and it was empty. The employees there were like ghosts, appearing and disappearing as needed. So strange.
