She stared at her phone, at a loss.
As the time ticked by, she got more and more nervous. Was she really going to do this? She'd never technically cheated on anyone before. Did she want to call things off with her current flame? Or...really, not much of a flame, she had to admit.
She paced back and forth from her bathroom to the closet. Her hands shook a bit as she tried on the dress she'd worn years ago, smoothing down the sides as the bodice hugged her body, the low cut front showing off her small, round breasts and the hem short and loose around long, trim legs.
This was crazy. But...she couldn't deny, she was also immensely turned on.
She'd put on sexy underwear, applied some dark eye makeup, sprayed some of her favorite perfume, tousled her long, dark auburn hair. It had been a long time since she'd felt desired or sexy. She felt sexy now, in control, even a bit powerful.
"I already told you I'm not going. You're wasting your time."
Just because she got dressed up didn't mean necessarily she was going anywhere. She could back out any minute.
"You're going. You miss this. Get up here and let me fuck you."
She pictured a quiet cabin, a couple glasses of wine, a fire burning, a hot, naked and well toned man...and groaned inwardly.
The driver pulled up and beeped the horn. She took a steadying breath, turned off her phone, and carrying an overnight bag, took one last glance back at her and her ex's condo, then shut the locked door behind her.
- x -
He waited patiently sipping some whiskey when he finally saw the car pull up. With a smug smile, he watched her step out with those long, sexy legs in stiletto heels and felt an immediate tug of arousal.
