She groaned. What had she gotten herself into? Setting up this arrangement with Max was, undoubtedly, the dumbest thing she’d ever done, and in the light of morning, her own stupidity seemed so obvious it was almost painful. She picked up her phone from the nightstand and considered texting him and calling the whole thing off, playing the drunk card; she even got so far as to open the message window. But then other thoughts came to mind: his hand on the back of her neck, holding her mouth pressed to his. The insistence of his lips and tongue. His deep voice, like sex and whiskey and naughty promises. She set her phone aside and licked her lips. This might be dumb, but damn it all if she wasn’t going through with it anyway, because honestly, she wanted him to show her what else she could feel. It took her a while to find her garter belt, but she finally dug it out from the bottom of her underwear drawer along with the accompanying thigh-high pantyhose. She had bought them on a whim and never really worn them.
