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For a moment, I think I’ve found something wearable when I pull out a pair of leather pants until I realize they're crotchless.
“Ugh, there’s literally nothing,” I moan with frustration, knowing there’s no way I can skip work today when everyone saw Nancy drag me out of the office and into a bar.
“I’ll have to pick up something new on the way in. Which outfit do you think is the least embarrassing?”
“Have you considered wearing attire that includes a mask so nobody will know your true identity?”
“That’s not a bad idea,” I muse, pulling out a black latex catsuit complete with a mask, pointy ears, and platform shoes. “How about this?”
He nods slowly and his eyes darken as he growls, “Yes, Whirlwind. This is what you should wear.”
My pulse quickens from his heated stare, but I shake the thought out of my head. There’s no way he’s excited about the thought of me in a catsuit. Zeno has met Cleopatra, a Queen famed for her beauty. If he was going to fall for anyone, it would have been her, not drunk dildo-girl.
“Time to try this bad boy on,” I sigh, hoping that his magic at least got my dress size right.
“Do you mind turning around so I can get changed, please?” I ask, and he raises an eyebrow.
“All you intend to do is get dressed and you are suddenly feeling shy?” he says with a smirk before swirling around, and I feel my stomach lurch. It’s pretty obvious that something else happened last night that I’m not going to like hearing.
I try desperately to claw back some more memories as I grab a fresh pair of sexy lace underwear and slip them on.
I remember being on the kitchen floor, then suddenly I was in the blue underwear, then…
My heart starts to pound in my ears as flashbacks come at me in quick succession. I told him I was horny, then I told him it was a waste looking this good all alone.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my hand flying up to slap over my open mouth. “Did I bring a guy back?”
“No,” he booms, his blue skin darkening like a rain cloud. “But you wanted to, so I locked your front door.”
“You locked me in my own apartment? Is that legal? Isn’t that like kidnapping or something?” I ask as I shove a foot into the catsuit.
“You were unable to consent, and I prevented you from stepping outside in a world where every man is attracted to you, wearing nothing but your underwear.”
“When you put it like that I guess I owe you a thank you,” I grunt, as I try to yank the tight material up my shin.
“In my defense, I didn’t think anything happening last night was real. I wouldn’t normally behave like that,” I say, dropping onto my bed and making heaving sounds as I struggle to pull the catsuit up over my thighs. “But if I didn’t go get a man, what did I do?”
“You complained bitterly about your captivity, then settled for satisfying yourself with a vibrator and demanded with urgency that I watch.”
“I did what?” I ask, every drop of my burning hot blood rushing to my cheeks so I turn traffic-stop red.
I’ve got up to some drunk shenanigans in my time, but I’ve never begged a 72,000-year-old magical being to watch me masturbate.
“And did you?” I groan, my stomach roiling as I wait for the answer.
“I did not,” he says solemnly. “I contained you in your apartment because you could not consent. I had no intention of then taking advantage of you myself.”
My stomach settles and I breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you for being a gentleman,” I huff as I continue my battle with this damn catsuit.
“Do you require assistance?” he asks, his head twitching slightly to the side, so his long black ponytail swishes across his muscular back.
“Nope, putting on a skin-tight catsuit is just peachy,” I say through gritted teeth.
“That is sarcasm, isn’t it? Let me help you,” he says, and with a raise of his arm I float up from the bed, the catsuit slides easily up my body, and the mask flips over my head.
I gently float back down onto my feet, and then Zeno spins around to face me.
“What do you think?” I ask, but I already know the answer from the way his nostrils flare and he teethes his lower lip.
