Page 94 of Tempt Me

“I like the sound of that. Now get some sleep and wake up ready for a hot date with Clayton.”

I smiled as I thought of him; he seemed like a really sweet guy, too. “Okay, I will.”

“Love ya, babe.”

“Love you too, Lolly.”

I ended the call, set my alarm, and crawled under my bed covers. The second my head hit the pillow, my eyes felt like lead weights. Sleep dragged me into another world.

When the alarm sounded, I was still in the same position I’d collapsed into when I’d first hopped into bed, and based on my tingling fingers, I’d say I hadn’t moved for the whole four hours.

I groaned like an old woman as I rolled off the mattress and headed for another shower. As the hot, cascading water woke me up, I reflected on what I used to do all day, every day, before this year of exciting madness started. Sleep was about all I could think of.

My life had been boring. Not now, though.

After my shower, I toweled off, and during the annoying twenty minutes it took to blow-dry my hair, I considered cutting it short. I’d never had short hair; actually, I’d barely changed my hairstyle since I was a little girl. But the cute little bob-cut wig I’d been wearing showed me a style that I never would’ve dreamed of trying. Not only was it easy to manage, but I was surprised at how much it suited me. Maybe a change of hairstyle was on the cards soon.

I decided to wear my hair down today, and it fell heavily over my shoulders and down my back. Winter was the only time I usually didn’t pull my hair up. As I was applying a touch of makeup, I realized that I hadn’t written in my diary.

With a towel around me, I sat on the edge of my bed and reached for the diary. I turned to the 17th of June, and at the top, I wroteCowboy Billy, room 15. I describe how wonderful it was sucking his cock, but how disastrous it had been when I’d gagged. As I wrote about how awful semen had tasted, I vowed never to fall for that little mistake again. It was all about the timing, and I needed more practice.

I giggled. Obviously, I was keen to try giving a blowjob at least one more time.

Then I wrote about how Billy knew who I was, and although it had been a shock to hear his admission, deep down, I hadn’t been surprised. Even this morning, when he’d studied me at the counter, I’d had an inkling that he knew my secret. Yet I still wanted to go to him. I’d been willing to risk it. With that thought, below his name, I wroteDangerous Games.

Before I finished, I wrote about my confusion over seeing both Clayton and Billy and how Lolly had convinced me that I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I concluded by writing ‘I am not cheating on anyone’ and drew a love heart as a full stop.

I closed my diary, and as I turned my attention to my lunch date with Clayton, I walked to my wardrobe. It was a bit cooler today, so I chose to wear denim jeans. I matched them with a simple white cotton button-up shirt and a red blazer.

For a bit of spice, I chose to wear my D’orsay leopard-print stilettos with eight-inch silver-spiked heels and a strap that went around my ankle. The shoes were so damn sexy, yet I’d never worn them. Fortunately, I bought the matching purse when I purchased the shoes, and I dug that out from the back of my wardrobe, too. It was wonderful wearing all these accessories that had only seen the back of my closet since the day I’d brought them home.

I checked my reflection in my full-length mirror and smiled.

I liked what I saw.

It was an unusual admittance. Normally, the only time I liked my reflection was when I was dressed up as Memphis. Maybe my alter-ego was rubbing off on me after all.

With my purse clutched beneath my elbow, I made my way downstairs.

Like last time, Clayton was waiting for me beside his Audi. Today, he’d matched classy jeans with a linen navy shirt and tanned leather shoes. My heart skipped a beat as he walked toward me.

He leaned in to kiss my cheek, and I inhaled his cologne that somehow smelled of pine forest and oriental spices at the same time. “You look fabulous,” he said as he touched his hand to my lower back and guided me toward his car.

“So do you.”

“Did you get any sleep after your shift?”

“Slept like a log.”

“Oh, good.” He opened the car door, and I slipped into the passenger seat. He climbed into the driver’s side and put his seat belt on.

“Now, before we head off,” I said, “I just want to remind you that I’m paying for lunch.”

His eyes lit up. “Oh, I know, that’s why I booked the eight-course degustation menu at Allure restaurant.”

It took all my might not to bulge my eyes. I’d heard of that restaurant; it had been voted the best in Australia and was probably the most expensive in the country, too.

He turned to me, grinning. “Gotcha.”

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