Page 102 of Tease Me

“Thank you. I’ve been a couple of times and haven’t seen her. Maybe today’s my lucky day.”

A couple of times! Lordy!

How many times? My head spun. Who had he asked for Memphis? Marjorie or Needledick? I couldn’t keep up with all these men requesting me.

No wonder my boss was so obsessed with Memphis.

We arrived at the hotel, and at the top of the stairs, I decided I’d head toward Marjorie rather than hop into the elevator with David. I didn’t want him to see that I lived here, too. “Okay, have a good night.”

“You too, Jane.” David gave me a little wave and continued walking to the elevator.

“Hey, Marj.”

“How was your dinner?”

“It was great. Eye fillet, polenta chips, mushroom sauce . . .”

“Oh, stop it, you’re killing me.” She lightly slapped my arm.

“Anyway, I’ll see you in about”—I glanced at the clock—“an hour or so.”

“Okay, I’ll be ready.”

It took all my effort not to sprint to the elevator. Timehadgotten away from me. The damn thing took forever, as usual, and when it arrived, I jabbed the button for the third floor a dozen times and utilized the slow ride to decide what Memphis would wear tonight.

Back in my room, I applied my makeup in record time, and even though I knew I hadn’t used my colored contact lenses with David before, I decided that I’d need them this time. He’d looked into my eyes way too often on the way to the hotel, and I couldn’t risk him recognizing me.I plucked the blue discs out of the compact case andpopped them in with ease.

My cheeks were already rosy, thanks to the rush of getting readyandthe two glasses of wine I’d had. It would probably also explain the nice, carefree feeling I had as I prepared for my next sexual adventure.

The contact lenses made the change in my appearance both instant andamazing. It was then that I realized my next issue—my black wig. It was well and truly past its use-by date.

I leaned over the basin, and as I stared at my reflection, I decided David would meet redheaded Memphis. Women changed their hairstyle all the time. . . especially women as adventurous as Memphis.

After plaitingmy hair and pinning it up, I tugged on the fiery red wig.

Plain Jane was gone, and Memphis was out to play.

Satisfied withhow I looked, I went to the closet and grabbed the black wrap dress I’d worn on my birthday. I held it to my body, and the skirt flaredoutas I twirled around. I smiled at my reflection and clutched the wall when the room started spinning.

Crap.Maybe I shouldn’t have gulped that last bit of wine.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Maybe I should wait until the wine wore off before I went to David?

But my horny pussy wouldn’t wait.

I had work to do.

I strode to the kitchen and drank a glass of water.

Focus, Jane. You’re running out of time.

From my lingerie drawer, I chose my leather and lace teddy that pulled on without any clips, zips, or fasteners. I stepped into it and pulled the flimsy fabric on. The teddy made me feel sexy, and I couldn’t wait to see David’s face when I stripped down to this.

For my shoes, I chose my Givenchy zebra-print eight-inch stilettos. They were so damn stylish, I just wished I’d had more opportunities to wear them.

I looked in the mirror. There was no way David would recognize me as Jane. With the final touch of Ciate Liquid Velvet lipstick, I smiled at my reflection. I was ready, and if the flutter in my stomach was anything to go by,thenmy body was ready, too. I tossed my supplies into the clutch that matched my shoes and feltveryseductive in my fancy stilettos and flowing skirt as I strode to the elevator.

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