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The virginal white was a nice touch and was ironically very apt, since I am indeed a virgin. You only saw the true power of the innocent looking gown when I moved.
In the mirror I watched as the Vee between my thighs peeped through the cloth, or the way the swell of my breasts showed just a little above that ribbon and the bow that tied between my firm high mounds.
As I moved, the material swayed and clung in all the right places. My nipples, if you looked hard enough, were on full display behind the sheer ruched cloth that did little to conceal them.
I took my time making my way down the stairs, timing his departure from the swimming pool. My heart picked up speed as I made my way into the dimly lit kitchen and I had to stop and calm myself.
I knew that the added excitement I felt between my legs had nothing to do with my purpose for being here, and more to do with wanting Sebastian Fisher to see me as a woman, a desirable woman.
I was thirsty for the look of want and hunger that I imagined coming into his eyes when he first sees me without the props, and my assets, though not on full display, at least no longer hidden.
I’d barely poured myself the glass of unwanted milk when I felt him enter the room behind me. I knew it had to be him because I’d done my homework and knew that the servants never ventured to this side of the mansion this late at night.
I didn’t turn as yet even though I wanted to so badly. Instead I stood there breath held, waiting for his next move as I pretended not to have heard him come in. Or feel the heat of his gaze on me.
“Who are you?” I gave a good impression of being startled by his voice as I turned around clutching the neck of my gown, only making it mold itself to my chest, which of course his eyes followed.
“Oh I’m so sorry Mr. Fisher it’s me.” His eyes widened in surprise as he took me in.
“Sydney?”
“I’m so sorry, I had no idea anyone was down here. I just needed some milk. First night in a strange place and all that you know…I’ll just get out of your way.”
“No, stay.” He held out a hand as if to keep me in place and I noticed his eyes were eating me up. I could barely contain my triumphant smile.
I looked down at my feet just in case my eyes had that light of glee in them that they get when I’m overly excited. Didn’t want to give myself away too soon.
He said nothing for the next few seconds and I imagined he was processing things in his head. The girl he’d met before, both earlier when he picked me up, and when we’d met the day of the interview, was contrastingly different from the bombshell that stood before him now.
But I was secure enough in my acting abilities to know that he’d never suspect it was purposely done. That I’d gone to such great lengths to hide my natural beauty to land the job.
No, what he’d believe is that I was a shy, unassuming girl unaware of her assets, and that’s exactly what I want him to think. I’d been very careful after all in setting the stage for him and everyone else to see me in just that way.
“Where are your glasses?” He sounded a little pissed that I wasn’t wearing them. Maybe it was the shock of my transformation. I took this opportunity to give him his first glance at the real me, but only for a split second.
I looked at him head on before turning my glance away swiftly. “I don’t really need them all the time, especially not at night when I’m getting ready for bed.” I looked down at the floor, glass clutched firmly to my chest.
I knew he was baffled and no doubt fighting sudden attraction. I have no doubts about my sexual allure no matter who the man may be. Even the most stalwart of husbands will look, even if they do not touch. And that’s without me even trying.
As for him, I’d already started sowing the seeds of discord in his mind. A constant barrage in the last few months of his wife’s secret exploits had taken care of that. I’d even allowed him access to her personal emails and online diary
Everything she thought was secret had been revealed. The only question now was, what did he plan to do with it? Was he thinking divorce, or was he one of those who believed he should stick it out to the bitter end?
Somehow I don’t think so, this man standing before me with his muscular chest and strapping body did not seem the type to take lightly to being played for a fool.
