He’s adorable those few times when he seems unsure of himself. I press a longer kiss to his mouth. “It’s perfect. Let’s not waste any time.”
With a gentlemanly bow, he opens the door and I slide onto the cream-colored leather seat. Someone spent a lot of time and money making this vehicle a standout. Once we’re buckled in, he asks, “Where to?”
“You know what I want.”
We drive through town, making one circle on the main drag then head for the highway. I lift my arms to try to catch the wind and shout for joy. Much too soon we have to head back to town. I’m sad this fun drive has to end and also excited for him to discover what I’ve got planned.
“Don’t be too long,” I tell him when he drops me off at home.
“Ten minutes. Tops.”
I watch him drive away then rush into the house. I leave the rest of the house dark and light candles in our bedroom. I open the bag Ellie got for me and pull out the shoes. The six-inch spike heels aren’t much bigger around than an ice pick. The deep purple straps look barely wide enough to keep the shoes on.
Definitely not made for walking.
I strip and place a few drops of his favorite vanilla fragrance in strategic, erotic places. Then I rearrange the pillows on the bed, adding a few more from our stash in the closet. A glance at the clock shows nine minutes have passed. The low rumble of the garage door opening means he’s home. With a minute to spare.
Dangling the heels from my fingers, I position myself on the bed then struggle to get the silly things on my feet.
The door from the garage slams shut. “Maya?”
Finally the shoes at least look like they’re on. I rearrange myself so the first thing he sees when he enters will be how my feet arch in the shoes, and the thin, thin spiky heels.
I’d left the bedroom door cracked and he pushes it open. “You in here?”
“Phillip,” I whisper.
The bouquet of flowers falls from his hand to the floor. His mouth moves silently. Then he blinks and starts clawing at the buttons on his shirt.
“Baby doll, you remembered.”
