The dead silence of the room closes around me. He has me seduced just as he had before, with little effort. I feel no panic, no intense fear, and none of the resolve I’d used for days to barricade me from this feeling of surrender. It all comes back. I sigh quietly, realizing that my desire for the stranger has never left.
I hear him in my head as I move to the closet and remove my robe. I’m naked underneath. Pulling out my red high heels—purposely not the black ones—I oddly think of this moment as though I’m dressing up for a date. I even run a comb through my hair and wonder if my make-up hasn’t worn away. But then there’s just two minutes left. With the crop in hand—pulled from the messy back of the closet—I head for the front door stopping by the hall-tree to grab my coat.
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