I froze.
There, sitting on the edge of the counter just as she’d left them, were her clothes. Pants, shirt, and bra were all folded up neatly on the edge of the sink. The panties I’d kept for myself, just in case I needed to take care of raging hard-ons like the one that was trying to rise right now.
I laughed at the sight of her clothes.
“Jesus, I’ve never been so happy to have a woman disobey,” I said aloud, a smile on my face.
I hurried over to her clothes and began digging through them. In the back of my head, I promised myself that if I could find her, I’d both punish and please Allie for this. Punishment for disobeying – or forgetting, more like – and pleasure for leaving me this one stack of cloth hope.
Unfortunately, that hope was quickly dashed.
Her pockets were empty and th
