Setting the note aside, I rip into the paper, no longer having the luxury of delaying.
Oh my god.
The fabric, or lack of it, is soft beneath my fingers, and I feel my eyes go wide.
This can’t be all of it, right?
I set the scrap of fabric aside and quickly pull out the rest of the paper, searching for more, only to find a small silk robe. I keep looking, but that’s it.
It takes me a second to get it situated to see what it is, and don’t get me wrong, it’s cute.
It’s a full-body piece, I think, in the same shade of purple the ribbon was, minus the glitter. It’s almost completely lace; the top just looks like any other bra with cute little rhinestone hearts on the straps and a bow in the center.
And then it turns into something I’ve only ever seen in movies. The same sheer, lacy fabric on the bra hangs down to cover atleast some of the stomach area, you know, where there isn’t a large slit with yet another rhinestone heart.
At the waist, it’s tight before flaring out into a cute little skirt, and I mean really little because the crotch of the bodysuit is visible under it.
And as if all of that isn’t enough, straps hang from under the skirt, secured to fishnet stockings.
It’s cute, really; I’m just not sure how it will look on me.
Chewing my lip, I look at the clock and curse again when I see how much time I’ve wasted.
9:17
Well, I guess there’s no time to second-guess; the last thing I want to do is upset Nathan. He went through the trouble of setting all this up; the least I can do is try it on. If it looks terrible, I’ll just leave the robe on and explain.
I nod to myself, convinced my idea will work out as I strip down and pray I can figure out all the straps and holes of this outfit in time.
It takes longer than it should have, longer than I’m proud to admit, to get everything situated. The number of holes I’d put my foot into before I found the right one doesn’t even seem possible until I realize there’s a cutout in the panties.
Just thinking about it makes my cheeks burn, but I don’t have time to dwell as I move back to the dresser to grab the robe and silently thank the heavens he thought to give me one.
There’s no way I could walk around in this, even if Addy is asleep; hell, she could be gone for the night, and I still couldn’t do it.
I throw the thin, smooth material around my shoulder, shoving my arm in as I move back toward the door, only to stop short.
Wow.
I stand across the room from my floor-length mirror, in complete and utter disbelief that I’m actually looking at my reflection.
I’ve got to hand it to Nathan; he did a great job with this.
I feel… hot.
With a smile tugging at the corner of my lips, I pull the robe tight around my waist and tie it off before quickly heading out of my room and down the hall to his.
I don’t have far to go, thankfully, but even still, I can’t stop myself from nearly running, my head on a swivel, worried I’ll run into someone.
When I get in his room, closing the door behind me, I let out a sigh of relief and give myself a moment to calm down before I start moving again.
9:26
Crap!
I hang up the robe and rush over to his dresser, and despite my time crunch and the anxiety I’m feeling from it, I can’t help but smile as I find candles all over the room, a box of matches next to the biggest one on his dresser.
I’d mentioned I loved candles, the smell, the vibe, and how they could make anything feel romantic.
