(This is a continuation of the story started in the waxing post.)
Miguel had really gotten in my head after the waxing. It didn’t help that my skin, sensitive and inflamed from the procedure, served as a constant reminder. I couldn’t stop thinking of his deep, commanding voice, hands on my body, and the effortless way with which he took control of me. Normally, I wouldn’t even consider seeing someone like that again, but I felt drawn to him, unable to focus on work or anything else.
And that’s how I found myself standing in front of my mirror naked at 5:30 on Friday evening, his words echoing in my head. “Impress me.” How would I go about doing that? Clearly he is a man who is used to getting whatever he wants. How do *I* impress *him?*
I stepped into the shower, the hot water running in rivulets down my soft, ivory skin. I scrubbed my body, then shaved my legs and armpits. After rinsing one last time, I applied lotion to every inch of my body, a light baby powder scent covering me. I towel-dried my hair and opened my lingerie drawer. I used to wear lingerie often, one of my past boyfriends having a bit of a fetish for it.