Chapter 23

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               One of the nicer parts of my bedroom was the large expanse of windows overlooking the pool and then beyond that, the lake behind the house. There was a comfy chaise lounge in front of it where I could relax and read or work while enjoying the view, which I did quite often. As I sat in it that evening though, I wasn't relaxed at all, but mildly terrified. We were at the point where I needed to get changed out of the robe that I'd put on after my shower, and into my Halloween costume, and while I knew that I had it all picked out, I was still nervous to wear it. The funny thing was, it had nothing to do with the fact that Zee would see me in it anymore, but more that I wanted to make sure that I could control myself around her.

I still didn't know what Zee would be wearing, but I had no doubt she'd look good in it because she would look good in just about anything. Or even better, nothing. With a sigh, I levered myself up from the lounge chair and went over to my immense walk in closet. When I'd bought the house, I'd already given up on Elliot living here, but I always hoped there would be someone here, and maybe I had already found her. Yeah, I know, it was way too early to think about that.

I hung the robe up, keeping my eyes away from the full length mirror that would give me doubts about what I was about to do, and then stepped into a silky black thong and matching bra. I hurriedly slid on the garter belt, and then the thigh high stockings that would give a hint of skin if I sat the right way. The skirt was easy, and I put that on next, making sure it still fell at mid-thigh, right where I wanted it.

I padded into the bathroom, and threw my hair up in a messy bun, making sure several tendrils of my hair were hanging loose, then started to do my makeup. I didn't use a lot, just a little concealer and blush before I did some smoky eyes and a layer of bright red lipstick that would pop. I didn't need to get any of the makeup on the white dress shirt I was going to wear, but when it was done, it was time to finish getting ready.

The shirt I'd picked out wasn't too hard to dress up in, as I just threw it on, then rolled up the sleeves a little, before I buttoned two of the middle buttons. You could clearly see the black bra through the sheer shirt, just as intended. The last thing I did was take the partially knotted red tie and leave it loose under the collar of the shirt, I took a deep breath, then looked in the mirror. With the clothes on, I thought I looked pretty good. I would let the expression on Zee's face tell me for sure though, as to me that would give me the little boost to my ego that I'd need to make it through the party.

I grabbed the glossy black heels I had chosen and walked back to the chaise. I perched at the end and slipped them on, and I was ready. I just hoped that Zee liked the outfit, because I'd wear it over and over for her if that was the case. There was a knock at the door soon afterwards, just to make my heart race in anticipation.

To my surprise, it was Hollie who stuck her head in. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "I didn't know you were getting all dressed up! Looking good, mom!"

I gave her a tentative smile, then did a little spin. "Your sisters decided I needed to dress up since I'm single now. You don't think it's too much?"

"No way, you look amazing! Are you going to bring anyone home tonight?" She gave me a little wink, and I felt a wave of guilt for hiding what was happening with Zee. But if things went well, that would change in under a month when they were back for their Thanksgiving break.

"No, I don't think I'll be looking for anyone new tonight. But I don't mind dressing up and making a change to things." I gave her a shrug, and then walked closer. "Did you need some help?"

"Yes please. Can you please help me with the straps on this?" She had a fake straight jacket on and was definitely going for the escaped asylum patient look. She had a dusting of white powder on her face and wild looking hair to go with it.

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