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you’re
driving me wild. So, maybe you’ll get crazy and I’ll go wild
together someday soon,” I offered.
    “ Very soon, I promise! Just
not now, but soon,” he replied.
    We reached the ranch house and he
accompanied me to the master bedroom. My tulips were in a vase on
the nightstand. There were two beautifully wrapped packages on the
cedar bench.
    “ Are those for me?” I
asked.
    “ Yes. One is for now. The
other one is for later,” he said with a somewhat serious look in
his eye.
    He handed me the flat, rectangular
package and said, “Go ahead, open it.”
    I removed the ribbons and wrapping
paper and opened up the box. Underneath the tissue paper inside was
a beautiful, champagne pink silk chemise set. It was trimmed with a
lace inset at the bust-line.
    “ It’s lovely. Thank you,” I
beamed.
    “ Here, open this one now,”
he said as he offered me the larger box.
    I peeled away the paper away and he
carefully used his pocket knife to cut the seams of the box. I
blushed as I looked at the contents of the box; not out of
embarrassment, but rather excitement.
    From inside the box, I pulled out a
black leather, studded bra and thong set. To top it off, there was
a matching choker and thigh high, platform leather boots. As I
removed each item, I laid them across the bed.
    I turned to him, looked him in the eye
and purred, “I told you, you’re a dangerous man.”
    His face flushed and eyes gleamed as he
instructed me, “I’m going to the bar to pour myself a drink. When I
get back, I’ll let you model your choice for me.”
    He walked out of the room. I took all
of the items into the bathroom. Oh, God! The rules, the rules,
those fucking rules!
    I knew I couldn’t mess this up! I
didn’t do what I wanted to do, but I did what I had to do. I made
my decision and slipped into the lingerie.
    I peeked around the door and saw him
sitting in the leather chair in front of the fireplace. He was
sipping on a tumbler of Scotch. I slowly opened the door and walked
into the bedroom.
    He looked immensely pleased at the
sight of me standing there—in the pink chemise set.
    “ Come here,” he
requested.
    As I walked toward him, I slipped out
of the robe and let it fall to the floor. I sat in his lap wearing
only the delicate slip. He threw the last gulp of scotch back into
his throat and swallowed, then picked me up and carried me to the
turned down bed.
    He tucked me in and leaned over me,
kissing my forehead.
    “ Sweet dreams, beautiful,”
he whispered as he turned off the lamp on the nightstand. “You’ve
given me much to dream about.”
    He got up and walked to the door. This
time, he turned the lock himself before closing the door behind
him.
    I was most thankful for two things:
that he had carried me to the bed and that he obviously had more
willpower than I. I was so weak in the knees from desire that I
knew I couldn’t have made it to the bed unaided. And I would not
have had the power to resist him had he joined me under the covers
that night.
    I rolled over and hugged the extra
pillow while inhaling the fragrance of him. Although the sheets
were freshly laundered, I could smell the scent of him deep inside
the pillow. It wasn’t the beer that had left me intoxicated—it was
him.
    When I awoke the next morning, I
dressed and met him at the breakfast table.
    He advised me, “We are going to have to
cut the weekend short. I got a call this morning and unfortunately,
there is some business I have to take care of this week. After I
take you home, I have to head to New Mexico. I have a meeting
tomorrow in Artesia to take care of some oil lease business. I’m
sorry we have to cut things short, but that’s just the nature of
the beast. I gotta do what I gotta do.”
    “ That’s fine. I’ll get my
things together,” I said.
    We made it back to my house around 2:00
o’clock that afternoon. He unloaded my things and came inside to
say goodbye.
    All of a sudden, a touch of sadness
came over me. I was