letter? No, he hasn't. Aidan Forrester does
not
make mistakes."
In her heart, Meg wanted to believe he didn't, but after nothing but professionalism for two years, it was a hard sell that the invitation was meant for her. For christsake, he didn't even care that she was leaving, and she didn't want to believe that Aidan dropping the envelope was a predetermined plan.
"Besides, I couldn't go if I wanted to." Ellory presented a pair of sheer black stockings to Meg. "I have someone of my very own to dress up for."
"Harrison?"
With a flourish of her hand, Shelly produced a leather cat suit from a bag. "Tonight he gets to meet the Dominatrix."
"Or Cat Woman," Meg said. "I'm sure he'll be fine with either."
"Wouldn't every man?"
Grabbing her bags with a smile, Meg rushed into her bedroom and dumped everything onto the bed. The shoebox room was big enough for a double bed, a full-length mirror, and a rail for clothes. Since she didn't need the room for anything other than sleeping, thanks to her barren love life, it suited her fine. She stripped and examined her body. She wasn't perfect. Having bumps, dips, and curves was who she was, and she wouldn't change for anyone.
An intricate French braid laced with pearls adorned her head, while the rest of her hair lay in barrel curls over one shoulder. She looked like a renaissance fair reject, or a wench who belonged in a tavern serving ale to thirsty pirates.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, she pulled on the sheer stockings and delighted as the silky material glided over her skin. Next, she shimmied into the dress and hoped to God it had titanium seams. Otherwise, she'd burst out of it if she ate more than a crumb. Underwear or no underwear? Placing her hands on her knees, she glanced back at her reflection. Her booty was there for the world to see.
Definitely underwear.
The world was not ready for the blinding glare of her sun-starved butt. She delved into a box marked
passion killers
, shoving anything gray or with snapped elastic out of her way until she found a pair of lacy shorts decorated with diamantes. It would be rude not to make the effort now she'd come this far.
"You'll have to lace up this corset for me," she called out and slipped her feet into a new pair of black, three-inch heels. They pinched a little, but she would suffer the pain a sexy pair of shoes brought.
Ellory strolled into the bedroom. "Well, just look at you. You'll have to fight them off." She picked up one of the ribbons laying on the bed and began to thread it through the eyelets at the back of the dress. "Resist me while I pull."
Ellory secured the ribbon as if she was a surgeon suturing a wound. Meg tilted forward. Her body transformed before her eyes. Her waist cinched in, and her breasts all but spilled from the bodice. Ellory tugged hard, and Meg's breath whooshed out.
"You're going to fracture my ribs if you pull any tighter. I don't want my boobs to break free mid-conversation."
"I'm sure Aidan wouldn't mind one little bit if they did." Ellory tied the last ribbon and stood back, examining the bows.
Meg lowered her gaze to the swell of her now very high and voluptuous breasts. "It's a little bit like false advertising, don't you think?" She studied herself from every angle. "Once the dress comes off, my boobilicious boobs will fall south."
"Are you blind? You look hot. One glance at you and Aidan Forrester will drop to his knees and beg you to marry him."
"Sure he will."
"Wait, we forgot the most important part." Ellory darted out of the room and returned a few seconds later with a cobalt-blue masquerade mask. Blue and gold feathers decorated the lace bridge, and sparkling Swarovski crystals lined the eyes. Ellory lifted it into place, and Meg held it as her friend secured it. The mask covered the upper half of her face, but her irises sparkled with a tawny hue, and her fire-engine red lips appeared fuller, seductive. Angelia Jolie had nothing on her.
"Wow," Ellory breathed.
"I
not
make mistakes."
In her heart, Meg wanted to believe he didn't, but after nothing but professionalism for two years, it was a hard sell that the invitation was meant for her. For christsake, he didn't even care that she was leaving, and she didn't want to believe that Aidan dropping the envelope was a predetermined plan.
"Besides, I couldn't go if I wanted to." Ellory presented a pair of sheer black stockings to Meg. "I have someone of my very own to dress up for."
"Harrison?"
With a flourish of her hand, Shelly produced a leather cat suit from a bag. "Tonight he gets to meet the Dominatrix."
"Or Cat Woman," Meg said. "I'm sure he'll be fine with either."
"Wouldn't every man?"
Grabbing her bags with a smile, Meg rushed into her bedroom and dumped everything onto the bed. The shoebox room was big enough for a double bed, a full-length mirror, and a rail for clothes. Since she didn't need the room for anything other than sleeping, thanks to her barren love life, it suited her fine. She stripped and examined her body. She wasn't perfect. Having bumps, dips, and curves was who she was, and she wouldn't change for anyone.
An intricate French braid laced with pearls adorned her head, while the rest of her hair lay in barrel curls over one shoulder. She looked like a renaissance fair reject, or a wench who belonged in a tavern serving ale to thirsty pirates.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, she pulled on the sheer stockings and delighted as the silky material glided over her skin. Next, she shimmied into the dress and hoped to God it had titanium seams. Otherwise, she'd burst out of it if she ate more than a crumb. Underwear or no underwear? Placing her hands on her knees, she glanced back at her reflection. Her booty was there for the world to see.
Definitely underwear.
The world was not ready for the blinding glare of her sun-starved butt. She delved into a box marked
passion killers
, shoving anything gray or with snapped elastic out of her way until she found a pair of lacy shorts decorated with diamantes. It would be rude not to make the effort now she'd come this far.
"You'll have to lace up this corset for me," she called out and slipped her feet into a new pair of black, three-inch heels. They pinched a little, but she would suffer the pain a sexy pair of shoes brought.
Ellory strolled into the bedroom. "Well, just look at you. You'll have to fight them off." She picked up one of the ribbons laying on the bed and began to thread it through the eyelets at the back of the dress. "Resist me while I pull."
Ellory secured the ribbon as if she was a surgeon suturing a wound. Meg tilted forward. Her body transformed before her eyes. Her waist cinched in, and her breasts all but spilled from the bodice. Ellory tugged hard, and Meg's breath whooshed out.
"You're going to fracture my ribs if you pull any tighter. I don't want my boobs to break free mid-conversation."
"I'm sure Aidan wouldn't mind one little bit if they did." Ellory tied the last ribbon and stood back, examining the bows.
Meg lowered her gaze to the swell of her now very high and voluptuous breasts. "It's a little bit like false advertising, don't you think?" She studied herself from every angle. "Once the dress comes off, my boobilicious boobs will fall south."
"Are you blind? You look hot. One glance at you and Aidan Forrester will drop to his knees and beg you to marry him."
"Sure he will."
"Wait, we forgot the most important part." Ellory darted out of the room and returned a few seconds later with a cobalt-blue masquerade mask. Blue and gold feathers decorated the lace bridge, and sparkling Swarovski crystals lined the eyes. Ellory lifted it into place, and Meg held it as her friend secured it. The mask covered the upper half of her face, but her irises sparkled with a tawny hue, and her fire-engine red lips appeared fuller, seductive. Angelia Jolie had nothing on her.
"Wow," Ellory breathed.
"I
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