and distractions. He seems very committed to provide you with everything that you need. The hotel is outrageously expensive, but the client is paying and whatever he wants, he gets.”
“Thanks for clarifying and please thank Brenda for the lovely accommodations.”
“Brenda only made the reservations; you should be thanking Mr. Scarpetti for the stay.”
Feeling like I have a lot to be thankful for today, I say goodbye to Anna and promise to call her tomorrow. Collapsing on my bed, I am in utter disbelieve at the turn of events today. This is the second time this week that I thought I was being let go. Once again I was wrong. Wondering where things went awry, I replay the day in my head.
I keep hearing him say “Go now, so we can put this behind us.” What does he want to put behind us. The arguing? The attraction? I feel something when I am around this man. It teeters between attraction and hate. He muddles my brain. He infuriates me. In spite of these opposite reactions my body sings in his presence. I don’t understand any of this. This would have been the perfect time to call my mom. Releasing an audible sigh I have no more time to live in the past. I have a dinner to get ready for. It’s five o’clock and I need a shower. Stripping out of my sweatpants and T-shirt I stand naked in front of the mirror. Reaching up, I release my hair from the elastic band and let it fall past my shoulders. My nipples pucker under the movement sending a tingling feeling from my toes to my head. Tossing my mane back to remove the stimulation, I stare at my reflection. I am tall and thin with breasts too small and hips too wide. I turn in front of the mirror, the heart shaped birthmark on my right hip grabs my attention. It shines like a beacon of shame. The shame doesn’t belong to you. I know that she’s right, but the image of that heart peeking through as his body entwined with mine fills me with shame.
Stepping into the shower, I let the water run over me. It cleanses my soul, washing the ugliness of my past away. Feeling fresh and revived I start to formulate my plan of attack. I will not go down without a fight. I feel energized and alive. Those women may have laughed at me today , but tonight I will emerge the victor. Wrapped in a towel I head to the closet. I want to send a message tonight. One that says I am in charge and I am a force to be reckoned with. Laughing I hear my inner voice shout out I am woman hear me roar ! Deciding on a little black dress and tall boots, I head to the bathroom to ready myself. Tonight calls for drama. I powder my skin creating a flawless palette. I line my eyes dramatically with charcoal liner making my hazel eyes really pop. I apply mascara, blush, and fill my lips with my favorite lip color. I debate on what to do with my hair. A ponytail is my go to style, but tonight I need something a little edgier. Twirling my hair, I fashion it into a French twist. The dichotomy of soft and severe is perfect. Slipping on the little black dress, I look in the mirror and like what I see. Little is an understatement, every curve I have is accented by the cut and tailoring of this dress. Looking over my shoulder I can see panty lines. Normally I would be wearing pantyhose or Spanks, but I didn’t think I would need them here in the sweltering heat of Las Vegas. Looking once again at the distinctive lines, I decide that my only alternative is to dine without panties. Panties removed and boots on, the girl looking back at me in the mirror looks nothing like me. She looks confident and powerful and … sexy. Looking to accessorize I grab a long gold chain and instead of placing it around my neck I unlatch it and create a belt. Encircling my waist I attach the chain about six inches from the end. This leaves a tail that points straight to the juncture of my thighs. I am being so naughty. A spray of perfume and I am out the door.
Chapter Six
Arriving at Charlie Palmer Steak I check in with the
“Thanks for clarifying and please thank Brenda for the lovely accommodations.”
“Brenda only made the reservations; you should be thanking Mr. Scarpetti for the stay.”
Feeling like I have a lot to be thankful for today, I say goodbye to Anna and promise to call her tomorrow. Collapsing on my bed, I am in utter disbelieve at the turn of events today. This is the second time this week that I thought I was being let go. Once again I was wrong. Wondering where things went awry, I replay the day in my head.
I keep hearing him say “Go now, so we can put this behind us.” What does he want to put behind us. The arguing? The attraction? I feel something when I am around this man. It teeters between attraction and hate. He muddles my brain. He infuriates me. In spite of these opposite reactions my body sings in his presence. I don’t understand any of this. This would have been the perfect time to call my mom. Releasing an audible sigh I have no more time to live in the past. I have a dinner to get ready for. It’s five o’clock and I need a shower. Stripping out of my sweatpants and T-shirt I stand naked in front of the mirror. Reaching up, I release my hair from the elastic band and let it fall past my shoulders. My nipples pucker under the movement sending a tingling feeling from my toes to my head. Tossing my mane back to remove the stimulation, I stare at my reflection. I am tall and thin with breasts too small and hips too wide. I turn in front of the mirror, the heart shaped birthmark on my right hip grabs my attention. It shines like a beacon of shame. The shame doesn’t belong to you. I know that she’s right, but the image of that heart peeking through as his body entwined with mine fills me with shame.
Stepping into the shower, I let the water run over me. It cleanses my soul, washing the ugliness of my past away. Feeling fresh and revived I start to formulate my plan of attack. I will not go down without a fight. I feel energized and alive. Those women may have laughed at me today , but tonight I will emerge the victor. Wrapped in a towel I head to the closet. I want to send a message tonight. One that says I am in charge and I am a force to be reckoned with. Laughing I hear my inner voice shout out I am woman hear me roar ! Deciding on a little black dress and tall boots, I head to the bathroom to ready myself. Tonight calls for drama. I powder my skin creating a flawless palette. I line my eyes dramatically with charcoal liner making my hazel eyes really pop. I apply mascara, blush, and fill my lips with my favorite lip color. I debate on what to do with my hair. A ponytail is my go to style, but tonight I need something a little edgier. Twirling my hair, I fashion it into a French twist. The dichotomy of soft and severe is perfect. Slipping on the little black dress, I look in the mirror and like what I see. Little is an understatement, every curve I have is accented by the cut and tailoring of this dress. Looking over my shoulder I can see panty lines. Normally I would be wearing pantyhose or Spanks, but I didn’t think I would need them here in the sweltering heat of Las Vegas. Looking once again at the distinctive lines, I decide that my only alternative is to dine without panties. Panties removed and boots on, the girl looking back at me in the mirror looks nothing like me. She looks confident and powerful and … sexy. Looking to accessorize I grab a long gold chain and instead of placing it around my neck I unlatch it and create a belt. Encircling my waist I attach the chain about six inches from the end. This leaves a tail that points straight to the juncture of my thighs. I am being so naughty. A spray of perfume and I am out the door.
Chapter Six
Arriving at Charlie Palmer Steak I check in with the
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