uneasy
feeling she couldn’t shake. She kept replaying the scene from the previous night.
Kayne had seemed weird, troubled. Closing her eyes, she thought back to his embrace,
his reassuring caresses, his gentle voice… how safe they made her feel. She shook
her head and forced her eyes open. When Olga tapped at her door, it was around five.
She was surprised at the random visit but welcomed the interruption.
“Sorry to disturb you, Miss Spencer, Master Kayne wanted me to
inform you to meet him at seven in the living room… He said to dress formally… and
to fix your hair and makeup,” she finished, slightly uncomfortable giving such
instructions. With a warm smile, she added, “I can help you if you like.”
“So, no supper tonight?”
“I’m not sure what Master Kayne planned for supper. He didn’t ask
me to prepare anything.”
“Okay, thank you, Olga.”
“Well, please let me know if I can be of assistance,” she offered
again before leaving.
Laura was unsure what to make of this, wondered what he had in
store for her. She headed back to her room and decided to take a long bath. She
unconsciously began to shave herself, stopping at the realization, wondering why she
was even doing it. It was such a meaningless action and yet so full of implication. To shave or not to shave , THAT was the question, to every girl anyway.
She shaved her legs and armpits. Those were innocent enough, considering the request
for formal wear. When she finished, she lingered, the blade resting below her belly
button. The questionbegged to be asked, did she somehow hope he
would see her, there …? Her inner voice responded with an emphatic NO ,
she had become completely delirious. She immediately got up and stepped out of the
bathtub. However, on her way out of the bathroom, she couldn’t help sneaking a quick
peek in the mirror. The regrowth was still minor, she was shamefully glad to notice.
She opted for a seamless pink bikini and matching cotton push-up bra. She rummaged
through the walk-in closet indecisively. Although she didn’t want to look like she
tried too hard, she couldn’t look like she hadn’t tried enough. She settled on a
pair of skinny black pants, a beige silk camisole, and a matching fitted jacket. She
found some black stilettos at the bottom of the closet and threw them on. She was no
fashion expert by any means and looked at herself in the mirror, unsure. She thought
she looked nice enough and turned her attention to the vanity. She straightened her
hair and stuck to earthy tones for eye shadow, opting for a natural look. At six
thirty she was ready, half an hour too early. She paced around in her room,
constantly looking at the clock, half apprehensive, half excited. Maybe he was
taking her out? Why else would he ask her to do all this? But then again, he didn’t
even let her out in the gated front yard. She highly doubted he was taking her to a
five-star restaurant. She kept speculating, unable to come up with any logical
explanation.
A few minutes before the clock struck seven, Laura took a big
breath as she left her room. She realized she was anxious to see his reaction. He
had never seen her dressed up… since that first night, she reminded herself, when he
took her.
Kayne was sitting on the couch, dressed in a formal black suit, his
hair slicked back, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was staring at an invisible
spot on the wall, consumed with thought, and didn’t notice her come in. There was a
large box on the table, gift wrapped with a ribbon, the kind that fancy stores used.
She stood in the corner and cleared her throat to get his attention. Only his eyes
moved toward her. His brows lifted upon seeing her, and he leaned his head slightly
back as if he was surprised with what hesaw. He then nodded slowly a
few times in approval. She blushed but smiled at him, happy with his reaction.
“Come
feeling she couldn’t shake. She kept replaying the scene from the previous night.
Kayne had seemed weird, troubled. Closing her eyes, she thought back to his embrace,
his reassuring caresses, his gentle voice… how safe they made her feel. She shook
her head and forced her eyes open. When Olga tapped at her door, it was around five.
She was surprised at the random visit but welcomed the interruption.
“Sorry to disturb you, Miss Spencer, Master Kayne wanted me to
inform you to meet him at seven in the living room… He said to dress formally… and
to fix your hair and makeup,” she finished, slightly uncomfortable giving such
instructions. With a warm smile, she added, “I can help you if you like.”
“So, no supper tonight?”
“I’m not sure what Master Kayne planned for supper. He didn’t ask
me to prepare anything.”
“Okay, thank you, Olga.”
“Well, please let me know if I can be of assistance,” she offered
again before leaving.
Laura was unsure what to make of this, wondered what he had in
store for her. She headed back to her room and decided to take a long bath. She
unconsciously began to shave herself, stopping at the realization, wondering why she
was even doing it. It was such a meaningless action and yet so full of implication. To shave or not to shave , THAT was the question, to every girl anyway.
She shaved her legs and armpits. Those were innocent enough, considering the request
for formal wear. When she finished, she lingered, the blade resting below her belly
button. The questionbegged to be asked, did she somehow hope he
would see her, there …? Her inner voice responded with an emphatic NO ,
she had become completely delirious. She immediately got up and stepped out of the
bathtub. However, on her way out of the bathroom, she couldn’t help sneaking a quick
peek in the mirror. The regrowth was still minor, she was shamefully glad to notice.
She opted for a seamless pink bikini and matching cotton push-up bra. She rummaged
through the walk-in closet indecisively. Although she didn’t want to look like she
tried too hard, she couldn’t look like she hadn’t tried enough. She settled on a
pair of skinny black pants, a beige silk camisole, and a matching fitted jacket. She
found some black stilettos at the bottom of the closet and threw them on. She was no
fashion expert by any means and looked at herself in the mirror, unsure. She thought
she looked nice enough and turned her attention to the vanity. She straightened her
hair and stuck to earthy tones for eye shadow, opting for a natural look. At six
thirty she was ready, half an hour too early. She paced around in her room,
constantly looking at the clock, half apprehensive, half excited. Maybe he was
taking her out? Why else would he ask her to do all this? But then again, he didn’t
even let her out in the gated front yard. She highly doubted he was taking her to a
five-star restaurant. She kept speculating, unable to come up with any logical
explanation.
A few minutes before the clock struck seven, Laura took a big
breath as she left her room. She realized she was anxious to see his reaction. He
had never seen her dressed up… since that first night, she reminded herself, when he
took her.
Kayne was sitting on the couch, dressed in a formal black suit, his
hair slicked back, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was staring at an invisible
spot on the wall, consumed with thought, and didn’t notice her come in. There was a
large box on the table, gift wrapped with a ribbon, the kind that fancy stores used.
She stood in the corner and cleared her throat to get his attention. Only his eyes
moved toward her. His brows lifted upon seeing her, and he leaned his head slightly
back as if he was surprised with what hesaw. He then nodded slowly a
few times in approval. She blushed but smiled at him, happy with his reaction.
“Come
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