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“I’m not sure why I am,” Ilied.
He held me for a while longer then lowered me to my feet. He reached for a towel and wrapped it around my body. His shirt was see-through and it clung to his body. He wrapped his arms around me again and pulled me against hischest.
“Why did you come back?” Iasked.
“To apologise for being an ass. I saw youand…”
“Why are you being anass?”
“Tomorrow, I’ll tell you tomorrow. For now, I want to give you the best experience Ican.”
“You’ve made a good start,” I said, and thenchuckled.
He stepped away holding me at arm’s length. He gave me a beautiful smile. “Shall I delaydinner?”
I looked in the mirror. I hadn’t wanted to get my hair wet but it was plastered to my head. There was no time to wash it cleanthough.
“No, I’ll be ready in time. And when did you organise theoutfit?”
“When you told me you wanted a weekend here,” hesaid.
“I take it you have fresh clothes,” Isaid.
He laughed, “Thankfully, I do.” He unbuttoned his cuffs and pulled his shirt over hishead.
We walked into the bedroom and he deposited his wet clothes on the floor. He picked up the telephone and called housekeeping; informing them he had some laundry he’d need back in the morning. He grabbed the towel from my body and dried himself off before throwing it back to me. I wrapped it around my chest and sat at the dressingtable.
While he redressed, I dried my hair, opting to tie it in a tight bun at the nape of my neck instead of spending ages curlingit.
“I like that,” he said. “I can get to every part of yourneck.”
I shivered at his words and smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He walked from the bedroom while I applied mymakeup.
I dropped the towel on the chair I’d sat in and walked to the closet. I pulled the panties on; it felt strange to wear them, not having my crotch covered. I then pulled the dress from its hanger. I slid it over my head, careful of it touching my face. The material glided over my skin. It was about the most luxurious thing I’d everworn.
I turned to the mirror and looked at myself. It was a perfect fit, if a little long, and it was only when I turned back to the closet to shut it I saw the shoe box. I hadn’t thought about what to wear on myfeet.
I pulled it out and opened it. “Wow,” I said, as I pulled out an impossibly high-heeled redshoe.
Red was obviously hiscolour.
I slipped them on, knowing they were going to kill my feet by the end of the evening. I then walked into the livingroom.
“Fucking hell, Lauren,” he said, standing from thesofa.
I smiled, twirled forhim.
“I love it, thank you. And theshoes!”
“It reminds me of one of the times when we first met,” he said,quietly.
I’d worn a red dress to the conference. Was that only a little over a month ago? It felt like alifetime.
He offered his arm. “Shall we?” Together, we walked to the mainhouse.
There were many diners already seated and I guessed an early dinner was the norm. I didn’t suppose they wanted to engage in their activities with a fullstomach.
I chuckled at the thought as a waiter seatedus.
