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just some jerk wanting to get into your pants. Or your skirt. I should
have told you. I feel stupid writing this now. I mean, what if this comes as a
massive shock? Or even worse, what if the idea of me caring for you makes you
want to run a mile? Shit. Sorry for the language there.
    Okay, I’ll get on with it. If you’re interested, you’ll
find a key where you found this envelope. I’m inside the cabin, probably
nervous once I see you turn up, and if you want to come inside, even if it’s
only to talk, to tell me I’m way off base, that’s fine. And if you don’t, well,
feel free to walk away. No hard feelings.
    I’m hoping you’ll use the key. Really hoping. But I
understand if you don’t.
    Best,
    Dan
     
    Had she read that right? Had he admitted to having feelings
for her? God, this had been all she’d wanted for so long, and to have it within
her grasp, to know Dan was in that cabin, had come all this way to show her how
he felt…
    Oh my god. Oh. My. God!
    She held back an excited squeal and stooped to retrieve the
key. The metal cold on her palm, she walked toward the door, the urge to dance
gripping her. Was he watching her? Did his heart beat triple-time like hers?
Hand shaking, she inserted the key in the lock and opened the door. Her stomach
rolled over again and she stepped inside, her breath taken away by a darkened
living room lit by many candles on various surfaces. Yellow rose petals
littered the carpet and surrounded the white china candleholders on a coffee
table. She gasped and shut the door, noting the closed drapes. Maybe he had
watched her arrival from upstairs?
    A wrapped, flat oblong box sat on the center cushion of a
blue sofa, the silver paper reflecting the candlelight. She dropped her bag to
the floor and walked toward the box, eager to know what it contained. Knowing
Dan occupied the cabin thrilled her, gave her senses a keener edge, and she
stood still, listening for sounds of him, taking a deep breath to detect his
scent. There. She smelled it and smiled. Butterflies danced in her belly
and she sat, placing the box on her lap. The paper crackled as she peeled it
off to reveal a lid, which she removed. Inside the box lay a garment in cream
fabric, silk if she wasn’t mistaken. She lifted it out and eyed the basque,
heat rising to her cheeks. It had no bra. Her eyes widened and she resisted the
urge to run, to go back to her hotel and pretend she’d never come. How had he
read her mind? She’d never told him about her love for such lingerie—and the
fact she’d never had the guts to wear it.
    She looked at the basque again. Pinned to the back was a tag
with the words “wear me” in Dan’s handwriting. Could she? Unused to wearing
such things, she contemplated shoving it back into the box. What if he didn’t
like what he saw with her dressed like that? What if it didn’t fit? Undecided,
she bit her bottom lip, holding the basque to her chest. God, she’d dreamed of
being the kind of woman who thought nothing of wearing pretty underwear beneath
her staid work clothes, but to actually do it?
    I’ll try, for him.
    She toed off her boots and placed them beside the coffee
table. Next she shrugged off her jacket and clothes, laying them across the
sofa arm, trepidation spiraling through her. This was crazy, wasn’t it? Dan
could walk in at any moment, catching her naked and vulnerable.
    Isn’t that what I want? Him to see me naked? Haven’t I
thought about it for too damn long now?
    An image of him waiting in bed upstairs sped through her
mind, and she donned the basque, securing the hooks over her midsection, a
blush growing as she looked down at her exposed breasts. Although alien, the
garment gave her a sense of wantonness, of acting out her fantasies, ones where
she called the shots in the bedroom and dominated her mate. She could do it,
couldn’t she? Act out her dreams for today and hope Dan enjoyed himself?
    But I’ve never told anyone my desires. Could I act them