Working It Out by Teri Trojan Read Free Book Online Page B

At least she’d have her mobile with her if things did get nasty. ‘OK. I’m ready,’ she told her escort.
    ‘Nice,’ he said appreciatively. ‘I can see why he wants you. Gonna sit in the front, by me?’
    ‘Rather sit at the back.’
    ‘You know he’ll have left you his bar available, I suppose. Help yourself.’
    ‘Thanks. Maybe.’ She wanted to keep her eyes on the direction they took, just in case she ever needed to find Andreas’s place again. But the windows were so dark she could see very little out of them. She had made a mistake. She should have sat in the front after all. There was a screen between her and the driver which also blotted out the view. She saw the bar, which was let into the front seat, and opened it. A small bottle of champagne awaited her. Somehow, it had been chilled and was at a perfect temperature. She popped the cork and poured the golden liquid into a flute. She spilled a little between her breasts when they jolted over a bump. The cold shock set her tingling again with anticipation for what might lie ahead.
    The screen dropped, and her driver announced they had arrived.
    ‘I’ll open the door for you. Might as well enjoy the view.’ He opened the door and stood staring as she got out. She had no choice, and hoped he didn’t try to touch her as she passed him. Clearly, though, he knew better than to do anything to incur the wrath of his boss.
    The imposing house had a long drive, the gates hidden by a high shrubbery. The main door opened as she walked towards it and there, looking totally gorgeous, stood Andreas. Her fantasy of the previous night was fulfilled. He was wearing a dinner jacket and black tie, his slightly too long hair curled over the collar and black as coal
    The dark eyes raked over her body.
    ‘Just as I remembered. Beautiful. Come in. I assume you haven’t had dinner yet?’
    ‘I haven’t. Thank you. I must admit I wasn’t sure I’d see you tonight. I’d given up on you, as it’s rather late.’
    ‘For me, it’s still early. I was working,’ he said. ‘I’ve laid out some clothes for you. Something suitable for a good dinner.’
    She thrilled at the thought of what he might have in mind and followed him into a large bedroom. She’d have liked to have him as a starter rather than food but she knew that would never be on his mind. He liked to tease and tantalize too much.
    ‘I’ll help you. These garments are usually worn with a maid to assist you with dressing, so I hope I will be a suitable substitute. Then I can imagine what’s underneath as we eat.’
    She stared at the long gown laid out on the bed. There was a corset beside it. A pale blue object with laces and extensive boning. It looked far too small for her, but she knew better than to object.
    Andreas unclasped the waistcoat and unzipped the pussy pelmet that doubled as a skirt. She stood naked, her every fibre longing to be touched, caressed, nipped – anything. He ignored all of her and held out the corset for her to step into. He turned her round and began to pull in the lacing at the back. It was cut so that her breasts rested on the top of a shallow piece of lace and, as he tightened the laces, he pulled in her waist and she gained a shape that reminded her of pictures from the past. She could scarcely move, and once more found herself growing wet at the feeling of being restricted this way. He turned her round and smiled approvingly.
    ‘Very nice. Now the dress.’ He held it up and she stepped into it. It had a deep, plunging neckline that exposed not only her cleavage but almost left her entire breasts visible. A long line of tiny buttons closed the back and he seemed to take an endless time fastening them all. Waste of time, she was thinking. The soft, blue silk creation clung to her newly contained figure; it felt almost as sexy as her leather outfits. ‘How do you like the new image?’
    ‘Surprising. Different. Unexpected, from you. But I feel very turned