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and hoping my arse crack wasn’t chewing my knickers. It didn’t feel as though it was, but sometimes I couldn’t tell. Still, it was too late now and, just in case, I whipped round to face him. If he’d been laughing, he’d composed his face into a good impression of a man in awe. I didn’t know what he’d be in awe about, but there wasn’t time to think about that either.
    I stepped out of the skirt then kicked it aside, mortified that it sailed through the air and landed on top of his bedside lamp. The room went considerably darker, something I was thankful for, and, despite having hot cheeks, I continued to hum and dance. I possibly looked like a demented giraffe as I stretched my neck and flung my arms about, but I was past caring now. This was fun, something I hadn’t expected it to be, and I intended to enjoy every second of it.
    “ Butt …hmm hmm hmm… lie …hmm hmm hmm…”
    I went for seductive and pulled the end of one lace of the corset. The bow unravelled, and I went prancing about the room, loosening it, drawing the laces through the eyelets. With only a couple of the criss-crosses left to free, I presented him with my back. I fancied a big reveal, a L’Oréal hair dye advert type swish of my head when I next turned to face him, letting him know I was bloody worth it. I tossed the laces to the floor then gripped the edges of the corset fronts, holding them together over my boobs.
    I swished around, one side of my hair going too far and completely covering my face. Momentarily blinded, and keeping hold of my corset, I lifted my other hand to flick my hair back over my shoulder, sure I’d made it appear a part of my routine.
    “ Deny …hmm hmm…”
    I sauntered to the bottom of the bed, stood swaying, circling my pelvis then giving jerky thrusts every time butt and lie came into my head. Catching my bottom lip between my teeth, I tipped my head back so I didn’t have to see his expression, and peeled back the corset.
    His sharp intake of breath could have been from shocked disgust or he’d got the wow factor from the sight of my boobs, but I wouldn’t know unless I looked at him. The alcohol from the wine I’d gulped in the kitchen was circulating through me at speed now, and I felt confident enough—or more confident—to lower my head.
    He stared at me, right into my eyes, and it was as though time had stood still. I stopped humming, stared back, and Jane Smith tried to climb inside me, whispering What are you doing? This isn’t like you…
    I ignored her and smiled, giving him a salacious wink.
    “You’re beautiful, my fair maiden,” he said.
    Such a simple thing to say, and only five words, but that was all I’d needed to hear. Chantal was going to give him the ride of his life, no more messing around. No more prancing.
    “Come here,” he said, patting the mattress to one side of him.
    I let go of the corset and crawled onto the bed, not going to where he’d suggested but straddling him instead. I sat back, bum to his— oh, he’s swollen —groin and continued gyrating there, no humming this time. We had maintained eye contact, I couldn’t seem to look away, and what with his dreamy eyes and the roughed-up look to his hair, I’d gone and got myself totally smitten.

Chapter Five
     
     
     
    I’d had sex before. Meaningless, quick fumbles in my twenties that had left me cold and feeling vaguely dirty. My last foray into the bedroom with a man had been about six years ago, and since then I’d frigged myself off or used a vibrator, which was better than any man I’d ever had. Tonight would be a revelation, I was sure of it. I had an inkling Chantal would perform far better than Jane, this new self-confidence helping me along. With David looking at me as if I were the most desirable thing he’d ever seen, I didn’t think it would take me long to feel desirable, to believe I was.
    All I had to do was be convincing enough to make him think I was the siren I pretended to