Great contouring.
Vampy lips.
I wished I had a hair straightener or curling iron.But I'd just have to make do with a hairbrush and hairdryer.
When I was done—I smiled at myself in the mirror.I was pretty sure Stefan was going to appreciate the heck out of my effort.Next, I needed to pick out something to wear.
I hustled to the closet, hoping Stefan wouldn't show up before I was dressed.It didn't take me long to pick out the perfect “outfit.”Antonia had practically screamed as soon as I'd put on this light pinky-peach colored see-through chemise.The lacy cups didn't have much support—but I think that was the whole point.I absolutely loved the matching lace panties.And I was pretty sure Stefan would, too.
When I was finally ready to go, I stopped to check myself out in the full-length mirror at the end of the closet.
“Hot,” I whispered as I turned around to look at the back.“Really hot.”
Yeah.
Stefan was definitely going to like this.
I traipsed out of the closet and through the bedroom, in search of my unsuspecting husband.
I gasped for a second—and then smiled.
That was the first time I'd thought of Stefan as my—husband.
I held onto the railing as I floated down the stairs, my chemise swinging weightlessly around me.
First, I tried the kitchen.
Nope.
No Stefan.
Not on the patio, either.
Hmm.
Maybe he was in his office.I headed through the kitchen and down the long hallway.
His office door was open, and a dim light filtered through into the hallway.
I looked through the glass walls around the doors to see—my husband at his desk.
I walked to the doorway and knocked lightly on his door.
His eyes caught mine—and then dragged down my body.
“If you're too busy, I can go,” I said, waiting for a moment while his eyes took me all in.
“Fuck me,” he whispered to himself.Then he cleared his throat.“Come here, wife.I'm never too busy for you.”He crooked his finger at me.
“Are you sure?”I asked in my sassiest voice.
“Get your gorgeous ass in here, Francesca,” Stefan ordered in his best bossy voice.
So—I flounced inside, Stefan's eyes stayed glued to me the entire time.
“Come here.”He patted his lap, and I grinned.“And here I thought you were sleeping this whole time.”
I sat on him—as ordered.
