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You’re a man!her brain shouted in an almost comical way, but Meegan kept the thought to herself.
“Is your driver still waiting?”
“Yes, but I can tell him to go home.”
“Text him.”
Olin released her and paced the short distance to the TV. Meegan watched as he texted, thinking of what her next move should be. Part of her felt like a jerk and part of her wanted to just roll with it. She always had condoms with her, so she was covered in that respect. Still, Olin had no idea what he was getting himself into with her. She’d humbled greater men without even trying. And that right there was the problem. She didn’t want toproveanything to him. She just didn’t want him to go running for the hills in the morning.
“Okay, we’re good,” he said, turning back to her.
“I’m actually going to slip out of this dress. Not because I don’t wanna do sexy things in it, but because I’m wearing boob tape and I gotta get it off.”
“You need help?” he offered earnestly.
“I’m good, the zipper is on the side. I’ll be right back.”
Olin nodded then went back to the couch while Meegan dug through her bags and pulled out the pink satin cami short set she’d packed for the night. Inside the massive bathroom, she took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. Her make up was still perfect and not a hair was out of place, but fuck was she rattled.
“Get it together, Whalen,” she whispered out loud. After another deep breath, she shimmied out of the dress and set about carefully pulling off the boob tape. It did wonders for her cleavage, but she breathed a sigh of relief as gravity greeted her G cups. She took a few pins out of her hair and the curls barely shifted. She’d worry about her make up later. Gathering up her borrowed dress and jewelry, she stepped back into the main suite.
Olin had taken his jacket and bow tie off. He looked so calm and unbothered looking at his phone. Soft jazz was playing on the tv and Meegan didn’t hate it.
She sat on the couch beside him, curling her bare feet under her.
“Better?” he asked.
“Much. My under boob will be bright pink for a few hours, but it was worth it.”
“I like how descriptive that was.”
“I aim to please.”
“I ordered a few pizzas and some truffle taters from this place down the street.”
“That sounds amazing. Thank you.” Meegan’s stomach picked that exact moment to quietly grumble in agreement.
“While we wait, you want to tell me more about BDSM or the club you mentioned?” Olin asked.
“Yes, but only if you tell me more about Batman.” She almost laughed at the way he cocked his head to the side.
“I’m… not sure you want to go down that rabbit hole with me. It’s deep and intense, and I just think we need to warm up to that.”
“Okay, cool. So I’ll tell you all about my sex life then,” she teased.
“Listen, we can talk about my stuff. I’m just warning you.”
“You have to meet my friend Keira. She turns all kinds of nerdy shit into sex games.”
“I mean, if we can work out a DC sex game?—”
“I’ll put it on the list. Let’s see. For starters, I really lucked out with my mom. She’s a totally ‘fuck it’ kind of free spirit and she never made me feel bad about myself growing up. So when I started getting interested in sex, she armed me with information and didn’t shame me, and all that crap.”
“That’s good.”
“It was. It is. I don’t go into the gory details with her, but she knows who my friends are in the lifestyle. Which made me feel safer, especially when I was starting out.”
Meegan smiled at the memory of her mom insisting on meeting Mistress Evelyn for coffee. “You're my child. I wanna know whosefamilyyou're joining.”
