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“Decent.”
It wasn’t early, but neither was it late. While I cared about the impression, I didn’t care about anything else. I pulled in a deep breath and began entering the digits into the keypad.
1-228-555-1292
I initiated the call and pressed the phone against my ear. The coolness of the facility made bumps sprout from my skin.
If that makes you feel better.I chastised, knowing the real reason my skin was littered with fine bumps.
The phone rang, crippling my thoughts and stiffening my limbs.
If that makes you feel better.
TWO
Lamb.
Lobster.
Broccoli mash.
Twice-baked potatoes.
Roasted carrots.
The dinner spread was strikingly beautiful. The colorful display left me eager with anticipation. Kason spent the better half of the evening in the kitchen. I spent nearly the same amount of time in the gym of his complex.
It was state of the art, and equipped with all the latest gadgets. I often lost track of time when visiting. However, I didn’t mind at all. My body and my brain both agreed that my time in the gym was much needed.
“Hello, my love,” Kason greeted me, pursing his lips up for a kiss. “You look divine.”
His liquor-soaked lips were spicy to the touch. Still, I invited him inside of me. Inside of my mouth, accepting the newfound passion he possessed.
“Good evening, Kason.”
A champagne-colored dress flowed freely down my body, seemingly never-ending. It was silky and strappy. The bust area of my gown clung to my breasts, pushing them upward and giving them center stage. Underneath it, I was pantiless. There was no need to waste fabric tonight.
Diamond earrings glistened under the dimly lit dining area. They had been a gift from Richie for my twenty-fifth birthday. It didn’t matter how many pairs I received afterward; they were still my favorite, undoubtedly.
My hair was in large, loose curls that gained volume during my gym session. The unkempt, voluminous hair matched my dress perfectly.
“And you smell divine.”
Wintour laced my skin. The wine-drenched cherries lingered as the amber, grapefruit, patchouli, and plum created the greatest collaboration known to the naked nose. The dark, unworldly scent was like a sweet red wine against my bare skin. It was intoxicating. Invigorating. Incredible.
“Thank you.”
“I’m starved. Have you worked up an appetite?”
“I have,” I admitted.
“Good. Have a seat.”
Kason slid back the chair from the dining table made for four. I rested my bones. He pushed the chair back up to the table as I considered how long I’d been on my feet. As much as I’d love to remove the Tom Ford heels, I kept them strapped to my ankles as I smoothed my dress down with my palms.
I observed as Kason retrieved the utensils from the glass vase next to the dinner board he’d created. With a plate in his hand, he began to top it with the food he’d prepared. Lamb was first to touch the glass. Then, there was broccoli mash and roasted carrots shortly after.
Saliva pooled in my mouth as he sat the plate in front of me. Champagne spilled from the bottle seconds later. He held the bubbly over one of the flutes at the opposite end of the table. I accepted the glass once he had filled it almost to the top.
