“Who would have thought the great magician herself would be bested by cute underwear?”
“Tell me you’re not standing right outside the door.”
“Are you feeling lucky?”
Luckywould have been her, indeed, standing right outside the door. And she was, but she had her back turned, so I was able to snake a hand out and grab the second bag, rummaging through. An actual shirt and pants. Thank god. No… no underwear.
She expected me to actually wear the lingerie. Oh, god. Well, I guess I was going to be horny again already. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to wear sexy lingerie picked out just for me by Helena Warrick. Blushing the whole way, I stepped into the underwear, slipping my arms in, and for better or worse, it fit perfectly. I put everything else on quickly, feeling myself heated from my face to my toes, and I threw away all the trash before I eased open the door, clearing my throat for Helena’s attention. She turned back, smiling dangerously at me.
“Well, well,” she said. “Took your time, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t think you were back already.”
“Maybe you just lost track of time. Were you enjoying yourself?”
“Enjoying—myself?” I squeaked, my face hot. She raised her eyebrows.
“A nice hot shower? I always enjoy it.”
“Oh, yeah. A shower. I enjoyed it.” I stood there like a wooden mannequin. “It was enjoyable.”
She smiled wider. I was going to die. “I’m glad.”
“I, um. Well, don’t be too glad,” I laughed nervously. “I kind of broke—”
“One of the bottles, I know, I could hear it. It’s fine, it’s a set, I have backups.”
“Oh.” She could hear it. Right. Which meant she was here when I’d been coming in her shower. And if she could hear that over the running water, then… that… didn’t mean anything. Right? Yeah. “I’m still sorry.”
She walked closer, and I almost had a heart attack, eyes wide as she leaned on the wall next to me. “You don’t need to be sorry,” she said, eyes gleaming. “I’m glad you had a good time.”
“A good… um… shower, yeah, it was great.”
“Do you want to come out of the doorway, or are you planning on standing there all night?”
“I’ll… come out. Of the doorway, I mean.” I stepped forward, closing the door. I still stood with my hands awkwardly at my sides.
“Something on your mind, Princess?” she said, and I shuddered.
“No. Nothing really. Just… feeling better now. Thanks for letting me shower.”
She bit down on a smile that gave me goosebumps, speaking in a low voice. “I’m glad you’re feeling better now.”
She absolutely fucking knew that I just masturbated in her shower and came so hard I broke her things. I was going to go jump from the window. “So, um… I appreciate you having me here, and…”
“What do you think you’re doing?” she said, her smile growing dangerously. “You’re not leaving already.”
“Oh. Um.”
“I told you, you’re staying here tonight.” She caressed her hand under my chin, and I whimpered, my skin electric. “I’m worried about you. Or do I have to tie you down to get you to stay?”
“No, I’m—I mean—you could if you wanted to—I mean—I just don’t want to impose.”
“Oh, could I?”
“What?”
“You’re not imposing,” she said. “Stay here tonight. Or else I won’t be able to sleep because I’ll be worrying about you. You don’t want that, do you?” she said, practically purring, and my brain sputtered out.
