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ELLIS:Bra drawer.
I didn’t have to the heart to tell him that the idea of having a separate drawer solely for bras was laughable to me. For me, it was more like the bra, underwear, sock, scarf, ticket stubs from three years ago, broken sunglasses, random stuffed animal, Rubik cube drawer.
TESSA:Check.
ELLIS:Good.Now is there anything that is black or red in a material other than cotton that isn’t cut like a fucking soup bowl with straps less than two goddamn inches wide. I’m praying for you.
Yup, I was totally going to kick him in the shin.
In the soft glow of the lamp, I shifted through the packed drawer, flinging stretched out bra after stretched out bra over my shoulder. It was looking grim when I found a sports bra from college. I was about to reply back that I had failed on my mission when my hand moved across something that crinkled.
Shoving aside a random slipper, I pulled out something still wrapped in tissue paper. As I set it on top of my dresser and unfolded each side, I expected angels to start singing any moment.
ELLIS:Well?
There in front of me was a delicate black lace bra that was almost entirely see through: the unholiest of holy grails.
I snapped a pic and sent it to Ellis.
As I waited, I vaguely recalled a drunken Valentine’s Day party with some girlfriends where we played white elephant with dildos, sex toys, cuffs, and, apparently, overly sexy bras.
It didn’t take more than a few seconds for Ellis to respond.
ELLIS:Put it on.
Involuntarily, I shivered and heat gathered between my legs.
For a second, Ellis’s command reminded me of how dominant he’d been when he’d been sexting with his lover. How I’d imaginedIwas his lover. Since I’d told him he’d accidentally sexted me and that I was going to do the sex study, I’d done a pretty good job of shoving aside my more-than-friendly feelings for Ellis and my arousal at reading his sexts, especially since I was concentrating on Cade and our date, but now…
I closed my eyes. God, I wondered what it would be like if Ellis was right in front of me. Ordering me to shed my clothes and put on this sexy black bra for him.
I whimpered and bit my lip, then forced my eyes open. I can’t keep going there. I have to focus on what’s available to me, and as unlikely as it was, that was Cade.
ELLIS:Did you put it on?
Clearing my throat, I stared at the bra and I stared at the text and then I stared again at the bra. It looked half like a medieval torture device and half like a door to a New Me I just had to step through.
TESSA:Can’tI just put it on tomorrow?
ELLIS:No. Now.
TESSA:But I have my sweatshirt on and I’m cozy.
Ellis’s fingers must have been moving at inhuman speeds.
ELLIS:Put the bra on, Tessa Stewart.And for the love of god, if you ever want to get laid,burn that fucking sweatshirt!
TESSA:Fine. I’llput on the bra. But I’m keeping the sweatshirt.
ELLIS:Worst. Sex. Student. Ever.
I ignored his last text and shivered, half from the cold and half from blind terror as I tugged my sweatshirt over my head. I slipped off my old bra and grabbed the new one from the dresser. I’m fairly certain I spent more time putting it on and adjusting the multiple straps than I did doing my taxes last year. But finally, it was on.
TESSA:Success.What now?
ELLIS:Stand in front of your mirror and look at yourself.
I moved in tiny steps toward the full-length mirror half-covered by dirty clothes draped over the top. I pulled those down and stepped back to take a gander.
