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Next, I reach for my black, lace thong and hobble around the small bathroom as I slide the panties up my legs. The thong is a tight fit and a little too small, barely covering the triangle above my core and showing off my entire ass from the back.
Elliot is going to lose his damn mind. Half of me feels bad for what I’m about to do, but the other half knows that he deserves this. He’s the type of man who thinks he can walk all over anyone in his path without consequences. Well, not me.
He’s going to learn that if he wants to play with my fire, he needs to be able to handle my wrath.
I run my hands through my long strands, taking one last look at myself in the mirror. All of my makeup came off in the shower, which doesn't bother me. I’ve always been comfortable with my natural looks. When I showed up at the airport with no makeup on, Elliot couldn't keep his eyes off of me. And not in an insulting way. He was staring at me in admiration.
I swear, sometimes I catch him counting my freckles, memorizing them. I used to be self-conscious about the prominent spots, but I’ve grown to love them with age. And the way Elliot looks at me…It makes me love my freckles even more.
I reach for the pink bottle of perfume on the counter, spraying a few spritz of the strawberry scent onto my neck, wrists, and chest.
Exhaling a deep breath, I spin around to face the bathroom door, wrap my fingers around the knob, and let the show begin.
My bare foot peeks through the crack of the door, showcasing a smooth leg as I slowly step out of the bathroom. I strut down the short hall, taking my time as I walk into the room. My heart thumps against my chest as I try to contain my excitement. My lips threaten to turn up in a smirk, but I keep my composure and act like this is nothing but my nightly routine.
I stroll right past Elliot without a care in the world, heading straight for my bed. I faintly see him sitting on his bed out of the corner of my eye, but I keep walking, acting completely oblivious to what’s happening.
When I get to my side of the room, I finally hear his sheets rustle from behind me. Since my back is to him, I allow my lips to turn up in a shit-eating grin.
He’s speechless. And he’s definitely staring at my ass. And I’m loving every second of it.
“Doo doo doo,” I hum a random melody as I pull down the sheets and pretend to situate the pillows.
I hear Elliot audibly gulp behind me before clearing his throat.
“Roxanne,” he croaks, his tone full of gravel.
His tone is pleading. He sounds like he’s been stranded in a desert without water for weeks.
“Hmmm?” I voice innocently over my shoulder.
“What thefuckare you wearing?” he growls. Emphasis on the wordfuck.
Bingo.
“Oh,” I shrug, spinning around to face him. “This is what I sleep in. I was expecting to have my own room. Is this a problem?” I stare down at my half-naked body.
Lie.This is a total lie. I usually sleep in an oversized t-shirt and baggy pajama pants. But he doesn't have to know that.
His eyes widen as he takes in my little tank top and skimpy thong. Black lust fills his hazel eyes. His golden irises are quickly being swallowed up by his smokey pupils. He chews on his bottom lip as his chest heaves up and down with labored breaths. Waves of crimson roll across his cheeks, giving him away without words.
He looks disheveled, tired, exhausted, and so fucking sexy.
His suit jacket is discarded on the bed, leaving him in only a dress shirt and slacks. The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, revealing his tan chest and sharp collarbones. His sleeves are rolled up, showcasing his toned forearms. Strong veins spider down his arms and hands, dusted with coarse hair. His long legs rest over the side of the bed, leading to his sock-covered feet that are planted flatly on the floor.
My eyes roam up his legs, memorizing the way his pants hug his spread thighs. I rub my thighs together when I notice the thick bulge tenting the front of his slacks. Even from beneath the expensive fabric, I can already tell that he’s huge…thick and long.
When I trail my eyes up to his, I find his gaze fixed on my swollen breasts. His hands twitch in his lap, like he’s dying to touch me. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly and meets my gaze.
“Where are your clothes, Roxanne?” he asks in a low, serious tone.
“Uh…On my body?” I reply, placing a hand on my hip and pushing my ass out.
“You callthatclothes?” he scoffs, gesturing a hand towards me.
“Well, I obviously wouldn't wear this to the office or the grocery store,” I roll my eyes. “I’m just sleeping in it. How was I supposed to know I would be staying in a room with you? You didn't even give me a heads up.”
“That’s bullshit,” he shakes his head. “You knowexactlywhat you’re doing.”
