Boudoir Secrets

Chapter 26

Arianrhod paced the lounge room in anticipation. She had plucked, waxed, scrubbed and lotioned every inch of her body. It had to be perfect. James needs to be hooked and left wanting more. Dressed in a flimsy peignoir and a dab of some of her favourite perfume, she sat once more on the chaise lounge to wait anxiously. As no time had been established she had no way of knowing when he would arrive. Calling him was out of the question as he would suspect her desperation. Sniff it out like a blood hound.

The tentative knock on the door broke her train of thought and she stood flustered and moist all over. Not wanting to appear eager, she purposefully walked at a snail's pace before standing poised with fingers wrapped around the handle. Letting out a final breath of pent up emotion, she opened the door coolly and seductively.

James looked angry and antagonised. The tempestuous rage flitted across his face as he tried to hide it behind a mask that mirrored her own. This piqued her curiosity. Where had he been and why was he so full of rage?

"Sorry I'm late babe. I had some business to take care of. You are a welcome distraction."

He walked over to her and grabbed her roughly, the stubble on his face grazing her delicate skin. Up close she noticed a slight bruise under his left eye but prudently didn't comment. It was obvious he had been in some form of tussle.

"Well let me help you erase the day and replace it with some much fonder memories."

James' laugh was forced. He didn't really want to be there but he didn't want to go to his empty apartment and face the evening alone. The promise of warm skin to heat his body and make him forget the day was just what the doctor ordered.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go wench! Make an honest man out of me."

With a shrill squeal of delight, Arianrhod raced to her room and flung herself on her bed, James in tow.