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But briskness had turned to confusion in a heartbeat Diddresses? Afternoon dresses? Or did he want gowns for the evening? Colors? Fabrics? And the shoes Pumps? Sandals? Strappy sandals?

Strappy sandals? What in hell were strappy sandals?

The consultant had explained She had also explained heel height And, she’d added, would arments as well? Yes? Of what type? Lace? Silk

? Full bras? Des? Bikinis? Panty hose? Thigh-high hose?

“Thongs,” he heard his Lace Silk…”

He’d fallen silent

“Monsieur? Are you there?”

No He wasn’t He was in a place he wasn’t supposed to be, and he’d opened his eyes, rubbed his hand over his forehead

“Whatever you think is appropriate,” he’d said gruffly

Then he’d ended the call, his body one hard, endless knot of sexual frustration, his head filled with is

And nothing else

The sae was in his head now Her bathroo against the marble floor Another picture replaced the one in his head

Emily, naked

Beautiful

High, tip-tilted breasts Slender waist Hips just right for his hands to grasp as he brought her body into hot contact with his