Hopeful that it might finally lead to...well, I decided to do as he asked. When I stepped out of the shower, wearing nothing more than a towel, I discovered lingerie all laid out for me on the bed. There were black satin bikini panties and a purple sweetheart lace corset. For some reason, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Without thinking, I bent to pick it up from the bed and hold it up, and my towel slid down my body. Still, I didn’t care. The corset had me mesmerized. The spell was only broken when I realized that the door to the apartment had opened and Wyatt had inhaled sharply. “God, you are gorgeous, doll,” he murmured as he walked over to me. Soon he was standing behind me, his hands on my bare hips, then rubbing up and down my sides. Part of me wanted to be the shy, self-conscious, good girl I had been trained to be. The rest of me, however, wanted to believe that he was telling the truth. For once, I wanted to know what it felt like to be sexy and desirable.
