I went into his massive closet, finding the drawer in his center island, and put the bra on over my head, followed by the pants and tank top. Using the mirror along one of the walls, I twisted my hair into a messy bun and tied it with the elastic I kept on my wrist. By the time I exited, he was coming out of the bathroom, still not a stitch of clothing on his body.
I stood frozen next to his bed, watching him head to his closet.
He laughed as he neared. “Can I get you something?”
I shook my head, and then I changed my mind and nodded instead. “You.”
A smile joined his face. “I think I’ve met my clone.”
He continued walking, his incredible ass in my view.
“I was never like this before you,” I told him. “You’ve … ruined me.”
“Ruined?”
“Yep.” I went into the bathroom. “Now, all I thin
