Once she turned and was out of earshot, he put his arm across my back again and led me upstairs. I still didn’t feel completely in the moment, but understood the gravity of the situation and my pulse raced.
Once we were at the top of the stairs, he stopped. “Which one is yours?”
Licking my lips, I pointed in the direction of my room.
Once there, he said, “I’m all the way down at the other end of the hall. Once you’ve gotten your change of clothes and whatever else you need for the night, you can find me there. I’ll give you some privacy.” He pulled the door closed and I stood there.
I waited a few seconds, wondering if he was returning. When he didn’t, I turned and looked around. Most of my room had been packed up. I of course had some pretty and sexy sleepwear, along with the corset and garter belt with matching panties and stocking beneath my dress. Should I walk back in with my dress still on and undress for him? Should I remove all of this and put on a cute little nighty? But I still had to walk from here to there. What did he expect me to collect?
Blowing a breath through puffed cheeks, I nodded. “Clothes for tomorrow.”
Of course. I couldn’t throw my wedding dress back on and do the walk of shame to my room in the morning. Or, I guess it wouldn’t be considered a walk of shame if I was married, right?
Slamming my hands on my vanity and staring in the mirror, I clenched my jaw. I was not some meek little lady. I was Katarina Petrov.
Turning and rifling through one of the bags, I found an outfit suitable for traveling. Comfortable, lightweight, but cute. Surely they didn’t mind if I didn’t dress up.
I’d saved a small toiletry bag as well with some travel size items, mascara, and lip gloss. I also had a travel size lotion of my fragrance. Remembering he complemented it earlier, I squeezed a little and rubbed it up my arms, then over my chest.
My hair and makeup were still perfectly in place so I grabbed the small bag, grabbed the outfit and shoes for the next day, then walked to his room with my chin high.
He left the door ajar, but I still tapped lightly before pushing it open. “It’s just me.”
“Come in,” he said.
Once inside, I pushed the door closed and froze when I turned. He was in the bed. And from what I could tell, he was naked. Or at least shirtless. Looking at the pile on the floor, he was at least down to his underwear.
The lamp next to the available side of the bed was on, but everything else was off. His leather vest was draped over one ofthe chairs near the window.
“You okay?” he asked, not leaning up or moving.
“Yes. I’m just going to put these in the bathroom.”
I made my way to his bathroom, then closed the door and laid my things on the counter. Deciding to lose the dress and go out in my corset, I worked it off. The design was simple and only had a zipper to deal with that was hidden on the side seam.
My hair had been pinned up in a beautiful design, but I imagined once it hit a pillow, it would be a mess, so I pulled all the pins out. After being sprayed and curled and pinned into place, I had to work my fingers through to make it look halfway decent. After working some nice waves from the wild curls, I moved to the final step.
Dipping my fingers between my breasts, I pulled out the small capsule that Klara brought me earlier in the day. I wasn’t a virgin, but I was supposed to be. Holding it up to the light, I tried to steady my breathing. It was delicate, but wasn’t supposed to break open until it was forced.
Dropping my panties, I sat on the toilet, took my long overdue pee, then wiped and parted my legs, gently sliding the capsule in, as far up as I could push without pressing too hard. My finger came out wet but clean. Just to be sure, I pulled some more toilet paper off the roll and swiped. All clear.
This plan seemed a little crazy, but it was the only one I had.
After washing my hands and making sure my getup was in place, I opened the bathroom door and stood as I waited for some kind of sign of what he wanted me to do.
“Can you turn the light off?” he mumbled.
Confused, I did as he asked but waited.
Nothing. No movement. No orders. No anything.
Clearing my throat, I stepped further into the room, taking very short, slow strides.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I–Where do you want me?”
He finally leaned up on his elbow, still laying on his side. His eyes raked over me and I let him get his fill.
