Page 54 of Love Plus One

I hollered out to Slate around 10:30 p.m. that I was going out with Darcy for a while.

He responded with the obligatory, “Okay, be careful.”

I had hurried out the door before he had a chance to see what I was wearing.

I had taken a luxurious bubble bath after making the arrangements with Taz. I had then invaded Mom’s spare closet upstairs that held all of the clothes she had moved from Indy that were either mine or hers. We hadn’t gone through them yet.

I was delighted when I found what I was looking for. It was a dark maroon and navy plaid skirt with pleats in the front. I had purchased it a couple of years ago when Daddy had taken me to Chicago on one of his trips.

I pulled the dark maroon pullover sweater out of the closet that went with it. I dug through the box marked “Misc Lindsey’s Room” on the floor of the closet. I dug through the box finding all sorts of tee shirts, socks.

I even found Robespierre, my cherished stuffed poodle that Daddy had brought home for me from Paris. He had been there on business for a couple of weeks when I was nine or ten years old.

I had slept with that stuffed animal from the time he gave it to me until I went off to college. I cuddled it to me thinking it was the closest bond I had with my father these days. I left it out. It belonged on my bed back at the apartment.

I continued rooting through the box and finally located the pair of maroon tights I had worn with the ensemble. Perfect. I took the tights along with Robespierre back to my room.

I dressed in the outfit, making sure that I put sexy underwear on underneath. I put a pair of short, black leather boots on with it.

I had been letting my hair grow out. It still had a ton of layers so I gathered the hair at the crown which was now long enough to pull up into a little ponytail sprout. I brushed a thin layer of bangs down on my forehead.

I had applied some eye make-up and blush. I looked wholesome. I looked like some parochial school girl up to no good which was kind of close to the truth given my lack of experience.

I drove the twenty minutes to Taz’s place, feeling excited and anxious at the same time. I was curious as to what our second lesson would entail. At any rate, I was sure it would be pure pleasure.

I reached his porch. He had left the porch light on for me. I pressed his doorbell and in a matter of seconds he opened the door.

His eyes immediately perused the whole length of me and I could see he was a bit puzzled by my appearance.

“I’m here for my lesson, Professor Matthews.”

He totally got it then. He knew I was role-playing and a slow grin spread across his face. I knew he was in to it.

He opened the door for me.

“Come in, Ms. Dennison,” he replied. “Right on time; I like that.”

He helped me off with my jacket, tossing it over on the sofa.

“May I offer you some refreshments before our lesson begins?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to a glass of wine, Professor.”

“Have a seat,” he gestured. “I’ll be right back.”

I took a seat on his sofa, crossing my legs and pulling my skirt down as much as I could with its short length to ensure I was prim and proper. I clasped my hands in my lap.

He returned momentarily with two glasses of wine. I accepted the glass he offered, murmuring my thanks. He took a seat next to me. He raised his glass of wine up, tapping mine.

“Here’s to continuing education,” he said softly, giving me a dazzling, sexy smile.

“Cheers,” I replied.

We both sipped our wine in silence. His arm had moved over to rest against my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. It felt so good to have Taz wrapped around me.

I leaned in against him loving the warmth of the wine and the headiness of being close.

He gently took my glass from me, setting it on the coffee table. He was silent as he took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom.

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