But he doesn't give me a time, so I spend another hour or so sitting by the window, naked under the robe, thinking of nothing.
When the door finally opens, I'm more sleepy than anything else.
He flips on the light as he enters. "Why are you sitting here in the dark, Nicole?"
I stand up and don't adjust the fold of my robe, so it's plainly obvious I'm wearing nothing underneath. "Waiting for you."
My voice is hoarse from disuse, which works to make it sounds sultry and seductive. I smile at him as I say it, looking down at my chest, and pull the belt open slowly.
"I've disobeyed you, Mark," I whisper and look up at him without raising my head.
The light in his eyes is moonlight reflecting off a knife's blade. But this time the fear that rises in my chest is firmly opposed by my desire
