May 1, 2020
Book Two of the UNDONE series, following unrivaled
Jeon Jungkook is one of the youngest security experts in the country and he is working to keep his boss's company out of crisis. He is not alone. His friends are all professionals and d...
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On the other hand, Lyra got up immediately and started to get ready. She was worried she would not have enough time to get ready before JK arrived at 6.
She pulled out the dress she had picked and examined it closely, deciding hanging in the steam of the shower would loosen the few wrinkles.
She opened the box that was sent with the dress. She removed the box with the shoes. They were nestled inside a velvet bag. She drew them out slowly, admiring the delicate heals.
The black pumps hugged her foot perfectly. She was a bit worried about dancing in them, but they were so beautiful she could not say no when she saw them. The bow that wrapped around her ankle was delicate and echoed the sweet bow at her throat. There were rhinestones around the ankle and down her foot that would twinkle in the candlelight.
Then she looked at the bottom of the box. There, nestled into the tissue was a stunning set of black lace undergarments. What were these doing here?
Lyra had not picked them out. Then she realized what Dae had been doing while she changed back into her work clothes.
They were so beautiful! She held the bra up to herself and checked the mirror. The straps converted so they would be concealed, the panties were cute and flirty, but would still be comfortable.
She looked at her reflection and cursed.
What about tonight? There was no doubt where the past few weeks had been leading. And Jungkook had slowly earned her trust. He was so handsome, and kind. She really, really, liked him.
But she was still hesitant. She was at a loss as to what he might expect tonight. What was she expecting? Would he want to be intimate tonight? All the office gossip seemed to point in that direction.
She did not think she was ready to be so vulnerable with him just yet. Even though he was very clearly experienced, she knew he would respect her wishes.
She just could not give herself to him without him knowing her whole truth. And, if he knew the truth …
She nodded at her mirror self, decision made, steadfastly ignoring the memory of his arms holding her, the brush of his mouth so close to hers. Having made her plan ahead of time eased her anxiety a bit.
She drifted through the rest of the day, doing the dozens of little rituals that prepared her body and calmed her nerves for the night ahead.
She finished her bath and pulled her hair up in careless curls. She fussed with her makeup until it was just right, natural with a hint of shimmer, her lips a sweet apricot.
She checked the time and cursed. She was ready way too early. She could not just sit there in her dress till he arrived.
Flustered, she fussed and wandered the small apartment until finally she decided on what to do.
She dressed in the black lace underwear set and stood looking at herself critically in the mirror.
Shrugging, she decided the bra was delicately beautiful and would be perfect under the dress. The bottoms were sexy but comfortable. She shimmied in the mirror then laughed at herself. She was so excited about tonight.
She threw on her big fuzzy robe and ratty house slippers and gathered a piece of lace and velvet she was working on for her design project.
Working with her hands, selecting threads, beads and stones and deciding how they would fit always calmed her.
