front of her computer, or if she’d now go into her bedroom and climb up on her bed.
If she’d play with the little vibrator he’d bought her as a joke.
To his amazement, his cock stirred.
He sighed, realizing that it was getting late. He had an early flight and a long day of traveling ahead of him.
Practically, he knew he needed to get to bed. Realistically, he knew a cold shower would probably help.
However, neither activity had cleared thoughts of Eve from his mind, and every minute that had passed bringing him closer to her had seemed like an hour.
Now he was here, outside her door, and debating whether or not to honor her request.
Then he remembered the fun and anticipation he’d had reading her emails. The rush of adrenaline flooded his tired body and he turned away to his own door.
What he found inside spread tidily across his bed raised his eyebrows and sent his pulse racing.
He’d always wanted leather pants.
Chapter 6
Eve ran her eyes over the apartment one last time.
“Do you think it looks all right?”
Adele snickered. “Sweetie, Simon isn’t going to be running his finger over your coffee table and checking for dust. He’s going to be coming in here for you.”
Eve’s teeth worried at her lower lip. “It’s twenty minutes to seven. I’d better see if I can get into this stuff…” She waved her hand at a small pile of leather that adorned the bottom of her bed.
“Go ahead. Yell if you need help with any of it. I’ll light the candles and we’ll double check for effect.” Adele moved round the room lighting the several candelabra that Eve had arranged carefully on her bureau and bedside table.
Eve took a deep breath and stepped into her bathroom, closing the door behind her. She was showered, shaved, plucked, moisturized, and perfumed. She couldn’t think of anything else she needed to do to herself.
Her favorite women’s magazine would have been so proud of her. She could have headlined the article on “101 Things To Do Before You Seduce That Man Of Yours.” Stalling for time, Eve slipped her robe off her shoulders and stood naked in her bathroom, wincing at the unforgiving fluorescent lights. She took a deep breath, knowing that she was only postponing the inevitable.
She slipped into the leather thong. It was snug, but more comfortable than she’d expected, the caress of the cool leather between her buttocks heightened by the feel of the air on her flesh. It was a kick.
Less easy was the collar and she struggled a little with the buckle that latched the piece together. A large ring was attached to the front, and Eve snapped the chain “leash” to it, tossing it over her shoulders and out of the way.
Next she reached for the nipple jewelry.
Adele had talked her into this, and for a couple of seconds Eve’s rational mind revolted. What on earth was she thinking of? Nipple jewelry for God’s sake. She’d only gotten her ears pierced last year. What would be next? A belly button ring? Tattoos?
Fortunately, this adornment required no bodily piercing, and Eve gently slid two small loops over her nipples and tightened them. A delicate rope of crystal beads swung between her breasts and a short drop fell from each rosy tip.
She gritted her teeth and glanced in the mirror.
She gasped.
It looked fabulous. Her nipples were erect, stimulated by the touch of the cool nylon string. Her breasts were full enough to hold the beads out from her body and allow them to reflect every little ray of light. It was as if a fairy had traced the sway of her breasts with glittering magic dust.
Something inside Eve responded to this rather pagan costume. Her body began to enjoy the feel of the leather thong, and she straightened her spine to admire her matching collar. The beads swung from her breasts catching the light and her hair fell softly around her face.
A tap on the door reminded her of where she was and what she was supposed to be doing.
“How’s it going, Eve? You managing