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Studying makeup tutorials on YouTube all week hadn’t been easy. I had braved probably a dozen videos’ worth of nasally teens welcoming me to their channel and urging me to “smash that like button,” but in the end it was all worth it.
Because what a killer smoky eye.
“Damn, should I do this every day?” I muttered to myself seriously despite already knowing that the answer was no. I definitely didn’t have the time or the energy to do this every day, but it was still an extremely valid question because holy hell, did I feel sexy.
Like super confident, it’s-not-just-the-lighting, should-I-make-a-sex-tape kind of sexy.
I definitely wasn’t going to make a sex tape.
That said, I did take about a dozen selfies and then opt to put my lingerie on ASAP. I had originally planned to complete the look after getting into Caspar’s room, but now I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to see the full get-up.
So unzipping my garment bag, I lifted out the lacy black set, hanging it on the bathroom d
oor before stripping off my clothes with my bottom lip trapped between my teeth, because admittedly, it felt a little weird to be getting fully naked in my boss’s hotel room. For all the personal boundaries we crossed on a daily basis, this was definitely a first.
And it felt especially weird since he’d just revealed the size of his dick to me.
Though in fairness, you could’ve guessed it was that big. Also, he’s six-foot-four, so it’s just proportionate to his height, I thought before pausing half a second, wrinkling my nose and whisper yelling, “Stop thinking about this!”
Which I promptly did.
It helped that I got briefly confused as to how the hell garters even worked. I’d definitely never put them on before, but once I figured it all out and everything was all fastened and fixed, I couldn’t help but stare again in the mirror, asking myself—while fully knowing the answer—why I didn’t do this every day.
I felt like a full-on bombshell with the absurd amount of volume in my hair and my boobs so spectacularly pushed up in the balconette cups of my bra. And of course, there was the lacy black garter just absolutely killing it. It accentuated the pinch of my waist and the flare of my hips, and I was so in love with the way it looked that I truly couldn’t wait any longer for Caspar to see me.
So hastily, I threw all my clothes back on over my lingerie, grabbing my luggage and my phone and shooting Adam a text as I headed out the door to Caspar’s.
ME: All done! You can head up now
ADAM: That was actually pretty fast.
ME: Well it was really just makeup. The hair was all set
ADAM: Right. I meant to compliment the hair this morning.
ADAM: You clean up slightly better than expected
ME: And you snored the whole plane ride but I didn’t say anything
I snorted, rolling my luggage down the hall as I watched him start typing then stop.
It was a total lie what I’d said, but it made me smile to imagine Adam staring into the distance of that bar, wondering for the first time in his thirty-two years if he was in fact a snorer. Even he knew that the girls he slept with were too eager for a second date to ever tell him if he did.
Of course, he did not.
It would’ve been a useful imperfection in terms of keeping that ego in check, but alas, God said nah.
“Okay, three twenty-two… three-twenty-two…” I whispered to myself as I closed in on Caspar’s room number on the third floor.
My heart skipped a beat when I finally got to it and upon letting myself in, I smiled.
Straight ahead, on the table next to the window, I could see Caspar’s trusty MacBook accompanied by a single lowball and the bottle of his favorite Japanese whiskey that I’d had waiting in the room when he checked in yesterday.
It gave me a clear picture of his first night in the room—wearing just his sweats while sipping on a nightcap and editing next to a view of the glimmering water.
Biting my lip, I pictured the way my fiancé looked at me after a few glasses of whiskey. I pictured that glazed but mischievous look in his eyes as I stripped down again. And as I slipped on a little black robe, I relived the last time Caspar had fucked me like he meant it.
