members.
Oh God.
“I’ll look forward to seeing you tomorrow night, Julianne,” he said and the warmth in his voice made her believe he meant it. She found herself looking forward to it too.
She was worthless at work the next day, unable to concentrate on anything but her plans for the night. She managed to meet with the Olsons and get their approval for the drapery fabric, and then help them decide on a wall color to complement the material, but her mind was only halfway on the project. She made sure she wrote everything down because she was certain she wouldn’t be able to remember a single detail tomorrow.
When the time came, she almost didn’t make the drive out to the former warehouse that sat on the outskirts of town. Almost convinced herself that fantasies weren’t meant to be lived out. The part of her that had been hurt by Bill whispered that she’d most likely be disappointed and it wasn’t like she wanted to do it more than once anyway. Why do it at all?
In the end, though, she knew she’d regret it if she talked herself out of going tonight. Now that her secret desire had been uncovered, she doubted it would be buried so easily again.
Her hands were shaking as she pulled her car into the well-lit parking lot. She’d had dinner at one of the restaurants on the first floor of the converted warehouse a few months ago. Had the Playhouse been fulfilling fantasies even then? Her steps clicked on the concrete, but the ride up in the elevator was silent. The doors opened onto a surprisingly plush waiting room. It was empty when she entered.
The room was decorated in lush colors, burgundy, gold, emerald green, sapphire blue. As an interior decorator, she could appreciate the luxurious ambience. As an anxious plaything, she could care less if the chairs were comfortable or if the amazing art on the walls were originals as they appeared to be.
She paced the soft carpet and let her imagination run wild. Was she crazy to give her body over to a complete stranger? What kind of man would he be? How could she trust him not to hurt her? What if she didn’t like being tied up? What if giving total control to someone else was frightening? How could she be so stupid as to put herself in this position?
She was about to turn tail and run when the ornately carved wooden door opened and a man stepped into the room.
He was so beautiful, she nearly sighed. Black hair fell in waves around his face. Long dark lashes framed electric-blue eyes. His seductive smile sent shivers across her skin. He held out his hand to her.
“I am Paolo. Welcome. You must be Julianne.”
Her breath caught in her throat. That voice. Once again, he rendered her speechless. Her hand shook slightly, but he simply clasped it between his two large, warm ones and didn’t comment on her visible nerves.
She’d dreamed about him last night. In the sensual world of her dreams, she’d been unable to see, unable to move, but she knew he was there with her. He’d seduced her in the darkness with his magical voice, with his seeking lips. His skilled hands had roamed over her naked body, arousing her to a fevered peak. His long fingers had cuffed her wrists, his hard body had pinned her to the mattress. All the while he’d continued to speak to her in words she didn’t even understand, yet his voice aroused her as much as his hands and body did. She’d awakened hours before dawn, sweaty and aching with need. Yearning to feel his touch again and longing to hear his voice.
Now his gaze ran over her body. She swore she could feel the heat from his eyes searing her skin. Tingles of arousal skittered across her skin and burst through her body. Her doubts disappeared. This was what she wanted. She was so tired of feeling nothing. Of going through the motions. Feeling numb. Feeling bored.
She wasn’t bored now.
He made no secret of checking out the merchandise, so to speak. She’d agonized over what to wear, even though she knew she’d be stripping
Oh God.
“I’ll look forward to seeing you tomorrow night, Julianne,” he said and the warmth in his voice made her believe he meant it. She found herself looking forward to it too.
She was worthless at work the next day, unable to concentrate on anything but her plans for the night. She managed to meet with the Olsons and get their approval for the drapery fabric, and then help them decide on a wall color to complement the material, but her mind was only halfway on the project. She made sure she wrote everything down because she was certain she wouldn’t be able to remember a single detail tomorrow.
When the time came, she almost didn’t make the drive out to the former warehouse that sat on the outskirts of town. Almost convinced herself that fantasies weren’t meant to be lived out. The part of her that had been hurt by Bill whispered that she’d most likely be disappointed and it wasn’t like she wanted to do it more than once anyway. Why do it at all?
In the end, though, she knew she’d regret it if she talked herself out of going tonight. Now that her secret desire had been uncovered, she doubted it would be buried so easily again.
Her hands were shaking as she pulled her car into the well-lit parking lot. She’d had dinner at one of the restaurants on the first floor of the converted warehouse a few months ago. Had the Playhouse been fulfilling fantasies even then? Her steps clicked on the concrete, but the ride up in the elevator was silent. The doors opened onto a surprisingly plush waiting room. It was empty when she entered.
The room was decorated in lush colors, burgundy, gold, emerald green, sapphire blue. As an interior decorator, she could appreciate the luxurious ambience. As an anxious plaything, she could care less if the chairs were comfortable or if the amazing art on the walls were originals as they appeared to be.
She paced the soft carpet and let her imagination run wild. Was she crazy to give her body over to a complete stranger? What kind of man would he be? How could she trust him not to hurt her? What if she didn’t like being tied up? What if giving total control to someone else was frightening? How could she be so stupid as to put herself in this position?
She was about to turn tail and run when the ornately carved wooden door opened and a man stepped into the room.
He was so beautiful, she nearly sighed. Black hair fell in waves around his face. Long dark lashes framed electric-blue eyes. His seductive smile sent shivers across her skin. He held out his hand to her.
“I am Paolo. Welcome. You must be Julianne.”
Her breath caught in her throat. That voice. Once again, he rendered her speechless. Her hand shook slightly, but he simply clasped it between his two large, warm ones and didn’t comment on her visible nerves.
She’d dreamed about him last night. In the sensual world of her dreams, she’d been unable to see, unable to move, but she knew he was there with her. He’d seduced her in the darkness with his magical voice, with his seeking lips. His skilled hands had roamed over her naked body, arousing her to a fevered peak. His long fingers had cuffed her wrists, his hard body had pinned her to the mattress. All the while he’d continued to speak to her in words she didn’t even understand, yet his voice aroused her as much as his hands and body did. She’d awakened hours before dawn, sweaty and aching with need. Yearning to feel his touch again and longing to hear his voice.
Now his gaze ran over her body. She swore she could feel the heat from his eyes searing her skin. Tingles of arousal skittered across her skin and burst through her body. Her doubts disappeared. This was what she wanted. She was so tired of feeling nothing. Of going through the motions. Feeling numb. Feeling bored.
She wasn’t bored now.
He made no secret of checking out the merchandise, so to speak. She’d agonized over what to wear, even though she knew she’d be stripping
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