I continued
to eat my dinner under Jaime’s intense, watchful gaze. As delicious as the meal
was, I was losing my appetite with each bite. In fact, my gut was cramping, and
a tingling between my legs was distracting me. Why did he affect me this way?
“Mr. Zander,
aren’t you going to eat?” I asked.
A saucy
smile curled on his lips. “I’m getting rather hungry and think my meal might be
nicely heated up now.” Slowly, he lifted the silver dome covering his entrée.
My eyes
practically popped out of their sockets. Artfully displayed on the platter were
Rihanna’s diamond-studded brassiere and thong.
“Gloria,
are you done with your dinner?”
Speechless,
I just nodded. I couldn’t eat a bite more even if I tried.
“Good. Then
stand up.”
As if under
a hypnotic spell, I did as he asked.
He rose to
his feet and came around the dining cart. In one swift, smooth move, he swept
down the back zipper of my dress, swooped it over my head, and tossed it to the
floor.
Quivering,
I stood semi-naked in front of him, clad only in my lacy gray lingerie and silk
stockings. And my heels.
His lustful
eyes roved up and down my body. I suddenly became very conscious of the scar
above my heart that peeked out from my bra, but to my relief, he ignored it.
“I like the
way you match your undergarments to what you’re wearing.”
Madame
Paulette had ingrained that in me. In a state of semi-shock, I mumbled a
throwaway thanks.
He
continued to study me. “You have such a sexy body. Custom-made for your
lingerie line. But it’s such a shame you don’t enjoy what you sell. Let me show
you how.”
My body,
indeed curvaceous, was a trembling mess. Words stayed trapped in my throat
while I tried to steady myself on my feet.
“Relax,
Gloria. Trust me.” He shoved the dining cart out of the way. There was nothing
standing between the two of us except a blazing storm of electricity.
He squatted
halfway to the floor and clutched my thighs with his warm, manly hands. With
his teeth, he snapped open each garter. I stood motionless as he slid my silk
stockings down my long legs. His hands brushed against my skin, sending
goosebumps all over me. I anchored my palms on his broad shoulders as he
removed my shoes and stockings. The garter and my skimpy lace bikinis were the
next to hit the floor. He slipped the shoes back on my feet and then stood up
and removed my bra. My scar in full view, my body didn’t move a muscle. A
contemplative smile spread across his face as he gazed at me.
“Ah,
Gloria, you are so, so, beautiful.” He reached for the diamond-studded
undergarments and handed them to me. Please put these on.”
What?
“Don’ t
worry. I had them thoroughly cleaned. They’re like brand new.”
It wasn’t
Rihanna’s crotch I was worried about. It was mine. I was on fire.
“Put the
thong on first. I want to stare at those exquisite tits for as long as I can.”
My nerves
on edge, I bent over and slipped each high-heeled foot into the leg openings of
the thong and then pulled it up until the patch of diamonds covered my patch of
gold. The diamonds formed a heart—the iconic signature of Gloria’s Secret. All
our merchandise bore the insignia heart somewhere. There was even a heart
instead of a dot over the “i” in the Gloria’s Secret logo.
He examined
me. His eyes seared my flesh.
I felt
light-headed. The heat of his gaze mixed with the warmth of the buttery
leather. He was making me melt. Hot juices gathered between my thighs.
He smiled.
“Perfection. Now, the bra.”
With
jittery fingers, I put the back-closing bra on backward and fumbled with the
clasp. After hooking it, I twisted the bra around, slipped my arms into the
straps, and plumped my milky-white globes into the push-up cups. Hearts of
diamonds surrounded my erect nipples.
Jaime gazed
at me reverently. “You look more beautiful in these works of art than I ever
imagined.”
My brows
rose to my forehead. “You bought them for me?” I asked, finding my voice.
He let out
a light, sexy laugh. “No, I bought them for me to look at on you.”
Semantics. A chill ran down my spine in
anticipation of what was next.
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