so I left a message that I was staying
at his place tonight.
I’ll have to
set up a girls’ night with her soon, I thought guiltily.
When I got there,
I paused before going up to the door, even though I was dying to see Michael. I
should have gone home anyway. My ponytail was messier than it had been when
I’d started the day, and I wasn’t wearing makeup. I felt exposed.
Suddenly Michael
was pulling my car door open, and there was no time to think. “I’ve missed you
so much,” he said, wrapping me in his arms. I hugged him back, feeling all of
the doubt and worry leave my body.
With our arms
around each other’s waists, we walked into the building and got on the elevator
to go to his tenth floor apartment. We were the only ones on the elevator, and
as soon as the doors closed Michael’s lips were on mine.
Every time I
touched him, it was the like first time all over again. I found myself trying
to pull him closer, to press our bodies into one.
“Ahem.”
We both jumped
apart guiltily. Neither of us had heard the elevator ding that it was stopping
on the fourth floor.
Face blazing, I
refused to look at the older gentleman who had gotten on with us. He pressed
the button for floor nine and right before it stopped, he turned to us.
“You know,” he
said, his eyes twinkling, “I was young once. I remember those days. You two
lovebirds enjoy yourself.”
Michael pulled me
out of the elevator and into his apartment. “God, Lana, you’re beautiful,” he
murmured as we stumbled inside.
We started kissing
again, but suddenly Michael pulled back. “What’s wrong?” I whispered.
“Everything is
right,” he said, caressing my lips. “But I bought you something. You don’t have
to wear it, if you don’t want to. But you’d look fucking amazing. And I’d love
to spend time taking it off of you. Come see.”
He stood up and we
walked into the bedroom. Michael picked up a small white bag that was sitting
by the bed. “For you.”
Tentatively, I
pushed back the tissue paper and pulled out what was inside. There were red
lacey see-through underwear and a red corset-like top with black lace trim.
“Do you like it?
You don’t have to wear it,” he said again.
“I love it,” I
said, smoothing my hand over the beautiful fabric.
“It’s silk.
Originally, I was going to get you black; I’ve noticed you wear that color a
lot, and don’t get me wrong, you look stunning, but then when I saw this red
one I knew that’s what I wanted to buy you.”
“When did you get
it?” I asked.
“I took a long
lunch break.”
“I want to wear
it,” I said, my heart racing, “but can I take a shower first?”
“Of course. You
can try it on later. I would join you in the shower again, but I’ve got to wait
for the delivery guy.” He grinned sheepishly. “I really do enjoy cooking, but
sometimes delivery is so much more convenient.”
“You know I’m
easy,” I said.
“Oh, really?”
Michael teased. “Only with me I hope?”
I playfully batted
him on the arm. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. We fell back onto the
bed and he started to unbuckle my jeans. “Priorities, Michael,” I said,
laughing and swatting his hand away, even though it was exactly what I wanted
right now. “Shower, food, then sex.”
“So I’m just a
good lay to you, huh?” Michael asked.
I looked over at
him. His expression was serious, but then his face dissolved into a smile. “You
dork,” I said, laughing.
I headed into the
bathroom. “Oh yeah,” I called back. “I forgot one thing. That list should have
been: shower, wine, food, and a good lay , all in that order.” I turned
on the tap before he could reply.
Chapter 13
The pizza had just
arrived when I got out of the shower. Not having any clothes of my own, I got
one of Michael’s t-shirts, which reminded me of the first night we made love.
He had set the
kitchen table with two glasses of red wine, plates and forks.
“I’m surprised
at his place tonight.
I’ll have to
set up a girls’ night with her soon, I thought guiltily.
When I got there,
I paused before going up to the door, even though I was dying to see Michael. I
should have gone home anyway. My ponytail was messier than it had been when
I’d started the day, and I wasn’t wearing makeup. I felt exposed.
Suddenly Michael
was pulling my car door open, and there was no time to think. “I’ve missed you
so much,” he said, wrapping me in his arms. I hugged him back, feeling all of
the doubt and worry leave my body.
With our arms
around each other’s waists, we walked into the building and got on the elevator
to go to his tenth floor apartment. We were the only ones on the elevator, and
as soon as the doors closed Michael’s lips were on mine.
Every time I
touched him, it was the like first time all over again. I found myself trying
to pull him closer, to press our bodies into one.
“Ahem.”
We both jumped
apart guiltily. Neither of us had heard the elevator ding that it was stopping
on the fourth floor.
Face blazing, I
refused to look at the older gentleman who had gotten on with us. He pressed
the button for floor nine and right before it stopped, he turned to us.
“You know,” he
said, his eyes twinkling, “I was young once. I remember those days. You two
lovebirds enjoy yourself.”
Michael pulled me
out of the elevator and into his apartment. “God, Lana, you’re beautiful,” he
murmured as we stumbled inside.
We started kissing
again, but suddenly Michael pulled back. “What’s wrong?” I whispered.
“Everything is
right,” he said, caressing my lips. “But I bought you something. You don’t have
to wear it, if you don’t want to. But you’d look fucking amazing. And I’d love
to spend time taking it off of you. Come see.”
He stood up and we
walked into the bedroom. Michael picked up a small white bag that was sitting
by the bed. “For you.”
Tentatively, I
pushed back the tissue paper and pulled out what was inside. There were red
lacey see-through underwear and a red corset-like top with black lace trim.
“Do you like it?
You don’t have to wear it,” he said again.
“I love it,” I
said, smoothing my hand over the beautiful fabric.
“It’s silk.
Originally, I was going to get you black; I’ve noticed you wear that color a
lot, and don’t get me wrong, you look stunning, but then when I saw this red
one I knew that’s what I wanted to buy you.”
“When did you get
it?” I asked.
“I took a long
lunch break.”
“I want to wear
it,” I said, my heart racing, “but can I take a shower first?”
“Of course. You
can try it on later. I would join you in the shower again, but I’ve got to wait
for the delivery guy.” He grinned sheepishly. “I really do enjoy cooking, but
sometimes delivery is so much more convenient.”
“You know I’m
easy,” I said.
“Oh, really?”
Michael teased. “Only with me I hope?”
I playfully batted
him on the arm. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. We fell back onto the
bed and he started to unbuckle my jeans. “Priorities, Michael,” I said,
laughing and swatting his hand away, even though it was exactly what I wanted
right now. “Shower, food, then sex.”
“So I’m just a
good lay to you, huh?” Michael asked.
I looked over at
him. His expression was serious, but then his face dissolved into a smile. “You
dork,” I said, laughing.
I headed into the
bathroom. “Oh yeah,” I called back. “I forgot one thing. That list should have
been: shower, wine, food, and a good lay , all in that order.” I turned
on the tap before he could reply.
Chapter 13
The pizza had just
arrived when I got out of the shower. Not having any clothes of my own, I got
one of Michael’s t-shirts, which reminded me of the first night we made love.
He had set the
kitchen table with two glasses of red wine, plates and forks.
“I’m surprised
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