The morning light streams through the silk curtains and warms my face with its soft rays. I reach out for Eric but my hand comes up empty. I opened my eyes and found that the entire side of Eric's bed is absolutely empty. I sit up, confused about my whereabouts.
I was pretty sure that Eric and I had the most amazing s*x last night in his penthouse room. I looked around for evidence and it was all around. Last night's gown lay crumpled at the foot of the bed, my corset and panties thrown about near the nightstand. But none of Eric's clothes were around. Was it possible that I dreamed last night up? But how could that be? I didn't even drink a drop of alcohol last night... Anyway, what happened last night was way too vivid to be a dream.
I reached out and grabbed my panties so I could sli
