“Is there anything I can get you from the bar, Ms. D’Bennedeto?” William asked.
“No thank you, I said. “And please, call me Gabrielle,” I said.
“OK… Are you chilly? May I offer you a robe Ms. D’Benne… I mean, Gabrielle?”
“Yes, that would be nice. Thank you.”
William left the room briefly and returned with a very short silk robe, without a sash.
“This is all I could find. I hope it fits,” he said, handing me the lingerie.
I put the robe on and it barely went below my waist. My G-String was still clearly visible and my breasts were uncovered, but it would have to do.
“Thank you, William,” I said.
“No problem,” he said. “It looks very nice on you.”
He stood as still as a soldier a few feet away, trying not to look at me.
“Would you like to sit down, William?”
“You mean, next to you
