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“You can put your purse there.” She points to a console table against the wall, flanked by two black leather club chairs. I have to blink twice when I see a slim vase in the middle of the table, a single blue rose tucked inside. “And you can hang your dress here.” She gestures to the hanger on the back of the door. “Unless you’d prefer to keep it on.”
I move over to the table to set my clutch down along with the key before turning to take in the room.
“Makayla, if you’re not—”
I turn to face her. “I’m fine. I promise. It’s just different from last time,” I admit.
“Because it wasn’t planned,” she states.
“Exactly.” I release a shaky breath. “I was caught up in the moment. I didn’t have much time to think about it.”
Desiree nods once. “I understand. Do you need a minute?” She gestures to my dress.
“Oh, um… no.” My brows pinch. “Are you staying while I undress?”
“Unless you don’t need me to help you with the blindfold. But you should know there’s no such thing as modesty within these walls.” She laughs softly, putting me at ease.
Fuck it.
Kicking off my heels, I slip out of my dress, passing it to Desiree before removing my bra, tossing it on the table beside my clutch.
I walk over to the large bed and perch on the edge of the mattress as she reaches into the top drawer of the nightstand and pulls out a red silk sash.
“It’s new.” She smirks and gestures for me to turn my head.
Once the blindfold is secure, Desiree helps me lie back on the bed. “Are you comfortable?” she asks.
“I am,” I assure her. “Thank you.”
“It’s my pleasure.” I can hear the smile in her voice. “I meant what I said earlier. He’ll take good care of you.” The sound of her heels clicking against the wood floor tells me she’s heading toward the door. “Have a good evening, Makayla.”
FOURTEEN
X
The door at my back opens, and Desiree steps inside the private room where I stand behind the large two-way mirror facing the bed. The space—which is no bigger than a walk-in closet—was designed for those who like to watch.
“For a second there, I thought she was going to back out,” she whispers.
“You know,” I start, keeping my eyes trained on Makayla, “I could’ve sworn I left a blindfold for her on the table.”
Desiree moves forward to stand at my side, arms crossed over her chest. “I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”
I look over at her, brows raised. “And?”
She shrugs. “She’s got nice tits.”
Shaking my head, I return my attention to the young woman stretched out on the bed, wearing nothing but the blindfold and a scrap of material that barely covers her pussy.
Her body is long and lean, her tanned skin firm and smooth. Her tits are round and perky, proportionate to her slender frame.
“I’m a little infatuated.”
Desiree bristles. “You’re obsessed.”
I hum thoughtfully. That I am.
She exhales an exasperated sigh. “Have a good night, X.”
