Setting the phone down, I feel better already. We can get this talk out of the way, then get naked.
I’ve chosen a super-hot outfit for tonight—a lacy white bustier with the strings loosened, showing off some massive cleavage, along with a black leather miniskirt and thigh-high black boots.
This is definitely sexy, so it should be a hit with Lennox.
Arriving at his front door, I ring the bell and count the seconds it takes before he opens it.
One, two, three, four, five—
And here he is.
That was fast.
Taking me in from head to toe, Lennox murmurs, “Wow.”
“Hey, you said sexy,” I remind him.
“And you nailed it, babe.”
Yeah, this outfit is a winner for sure.
I chose wisely.
Since he’s still mesmerized, I ask coyly, “Can I come in?”
Snapping out of it, he chuckles and says, “Of course, of course.” He steps aside, making room for me to pass. “It’s just that outfit, Madison. Again, wow.”
Smirking, I step inside.
Turning around as he closes the door, I ask all innocently, “You really like it that much?”
“Fuck, babe…” He takes a step toward me. “I love it. It makes me want to do this.”
His lips are on me then, and we kiss and kiss and kiss. I could spend hours making out with this man.
But I do want to talk with him about my concerns, so I slow down the kisses and gently pull away, taking a step back.
“Is everything okay?” he asks, his brow furrowing.
“Yes, everything is fine. It’s just…” I wave my hand around. “Remember how I mentioned there was something I wanted to talk with you about? I figure we should just get it out of the way first.”
“Sure, sure.” Folding his arms over his broad chest, his black tech tee tight against his muscles, he says, “I remember. Go ahead. Hit me with whatever it is you want to talk about.”
“Er…” I glance around. “Is there somewhere we can sit down?”
“Uh-oh,” he says, looking worried. “I thought you said it was nothing bad.”
“It’s not,” I assure him. “But I think we should be a little more comfortable for this discussion.”
Still appearing to be concerned, he says softly, “Okay, let’s go talk in the living room.”
“Perfect.”
Once we’re settled on the sofa, I twist toward him and cross my legs.
“Okay, so, as I said, it’s nothing bad. I just thought before we continue with our little trysts here, we should establish some ground rules.”
“Rules?” He scoffs. “I don’t like that word, Madison.”
