I laugh softly. His handwriting is nearly illegible—like a third grader wrote it while on a bumpy road—but I don’t care.
Beneath the question are three options with little check boxes:
•No
•Yes
•Hell yes
My heart flutters. My hands tremble just slightly.
Is this really happening?
Am I really about to...?
I take a slow breath, then checkhell yesand keep reading.
Step Two:
Take off all your clothes. I do mean all. Then, put on the red bra and panties.
Well it’s helpful that it's a scorcher tonight, I grin.
Step Three:
Get on the bed.
Step Four:
Touch yourself. Just for one minute. Imagine what it’s going to be like when I arrive.
Step Five:
Put this blindfold on. Wait for me. It won’t be long now, my little goddess.
Step Six:
Safety. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, stop, or need me to stop—your safe word is:
Milkshake
Yours,
Thor
My body floods with heat.
“Milkshake,” I whisper with a laugh. “Okay.”
I strip off my Holloway’s uniform, folding it neatly out of habit, even though my thoughts are anything but tidy.
Then I slip on the red lingerie.
God. It fitsperfectly.
The fabric hugs every curve, like it was chosen just for me.
I ease myself onto the bed, lying back against the pillow. My heart pounds. My skin is tingling.
