She Shouldnt, But She Will by Francis Drake Read Free Book Online Page B

out tonight.”
    She could walk across the street to her favorite Chinese restaurant and watch happy, smiling couples while she had her regular egg roll and fried rice.
    The green beans suddenly started looking appealing.
    What a rut her life was in. She stared at the note. He’d treated her with tenderness and the sex was great. Never better, in fact.
    She filled a glass with water then poured it out. Damn! Water wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to be drinking wine at the art gallery again, and feeling free to do as she pleased. She wanted to go. I   can’t go. That’s how women end up floating face down in the bay.
    She walked past the living room, down the short hall, and then turned into her bedroom. She looked at the paintings she’d bought at the gallery. Her heart started pounding thinking about the slave girl having no choice but to be subservient to the men, bowing to their every desire.
    Tonight, after the week she’d had of reports to the investigation agency and suspecting almost everyone who worked for her, she would love to turn over all control to someone else. If she, like the slave girl had no choice but to go on the boat with Derek, what would she wear?
    “Something comfortable.” She removed a pair of shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt from the dresser and tossed them on the bed. “Comfortable but a little warmer, since we’ll be in the wind and probably out after dark.” Returning to the closet, she pulled out a matching terry cloth hooded jacket and draw-string pants in buttercup yellow and added them to the shorts and T-shirt.
    “Okay, now for the bathing suit.” From the bottom drawer of her oak dresser, she took out a one-piece flowered swim suit that had served her well for many years. After one look, it went back in the drawer. Why go conservative since she was only pretending?
    Reaching way in the back, she found what she’d hidden there when she first received it as a birthday gift from July, and next to the T-shirt she laid a silver string bikini. She’d never worn the thing because it screamed, fuck me ! But suddenly that was the message she wanted to send.
    Thia looked at the bed. A lovely ensemble waited for her to dress and meet Derek. She wasn’t going, but it would be fun to see how she’d looked if she were.
    Her tiredness forgotten, she stripped completely before picking up the top to the string bikini. Tying it around her neck and across her back, she tugged and pulled to make it cover as much as possible. “As much as possible” wasn’t much—most of her small, round breasts were exposed.
    Next she slipped on the bottoms and at last understood where the “string” originated in string bikini. Nothing more than a string connected the tiny triangle barely covering her pubic hair to the waistband in back, leaving both ass cheeks totally exposed. The waistband, too, was a string. Her legs and hips were completely exposed. She pushed her hair back over her shoulders admiring her slim hard body and firm breasts.
    “Pretty foxy, if I do say so myself.” Pursing her lips, she air-kissed her reflection then smiled, thinking of how Derek would react if he could see her in this.
    Next she donned the blue T-shirt and red shorts. Her shoulders and arms were left bare, and all but about four inches of her legs were available for the world to see. A few inches of flat stomach separated the waistband of the shorts that sat low on her hips and the bottom of the T-shirt. Looking at her white skin separated by the red and blue, she chuckled, thinking she should wear this to Fourth of July picnics.
    Finally, she slipped on the terry jacket and pants. Her new running shoes would complete the outfit. If she were going.
    She made a face at herself in the mirror, and then took off the clothes, laying them in reverse order on the right side of the bed. The empty side, she thought ruefully. Before she could think further about it, she threw on jeans and a loose T-shirt and went across the