Page 11 of The Heart You Kept

What the hell?

We didn’t even kiss and he expects me to undress in front of him?

Wait…do we kiss?

I tip my head back and drain my glass, I cough as the poison burns my throat.

I go to walk into the bathroom.

“There,” he demands.

“What?”

“You undress right there.”

My heart is hammering in my chest and I glance toward the door, perhaps his idea of running was a better one. Screw this, I’m out of here.

“Look me in the eye and take your fucking clothes off,” he growls.

Gulp…. I swallow the lump in my throat. Oh hell…what am I doing?

I take one stiletto off and throw it to the side.

Satisfaction flashes across his face and he sits back.

I take the other stiletto off with a shaky hand.

I’m literally about to have a heart attack.

I go to the bar and pour myself another glass of Dutch courage and take a huge gulp.

I predict copious amounts of therapy coming in my very near future. I hesitate for a moment…. Fuck it, what have I got to lose. I’m here now.

I slowly undo the zipper at the side of my dress.

“Eyes on me,” he demands.

I glance up and see him sitting there with his hand on his crotch through his pants.

Oh…. Not what I expected…. I swallow the lump in my throat.

Is this really happening?

No wonder I was nervous, I had a very good reason to be.

With his dark eyes locked on mine I take my dress down over one shoulder and then the other.

“Take it off,” he mouths.

Oh hell on a cracker, once he sees my body he really will run for the hills.

Can’t we at least dim the lights or something?

With my heart in my throat I slowly slide the dress down and step out of it.

I stand before him in a black lace bra and G-string with a black ribbon suspender belt.

Satisfaction crosses his face as his eyes hungrily roam down over my body.