Holt's Holding (Part One) - By A Dagmara Page 0,31

would never be so brass, to just drop my hand into a woman’s undergarments! If I hadn’t already been there once before. I’m sorry what I did this morning with you not remembering…- wow I’m sorry.” He looked bewildered, but the more I appraised him, Charlie also looked like someone who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Hell, if I didn’t know any better, he looked proud of that fact.

Biting my lip, I didn’t know what to really think about it. My perfect fantasy was reality. It had happened. How did I feel about it? I had no clue. Looking at him and the grin plastered on his face, I smiled.

“Well, I rather enjoyed what happened in the kitchen Charlie, and would have stopped you otherwise.” I paused and moved up behind him lowering my head to his shoulder. “Don’t worry yourself about it. But, since we both seem to one, have limits or rules I think we need to be a little clearer to what they are.”

“Agreed” he was quick in his response

“Good…with that we are at least understood that whatever… this is …well is just fucking?” Please, please let him be of the same mind.

“You are a rare creature Lillian, and yes, this is just fucking as you put it.” I wanted to believe his statement, yet that inner voice wasn’t having it. Trying to shut it down, I needed to believe him. For my sake, I suppose.

“Oh, thank god,” I breathed out. Moving from the bed to the bathroom, I applied some hair product into my hair. I felt a bit out of sorts. I knew he stood watching. Catching his eyes in the mirror, his eyes held something more to them. Don’t go there! I told myself. I dropped my eyes from his, looking at myself fin the mirror. Shit, I looked like a woman whom was just fuck and well.

The sound of his phone ringing had him finally leaving. Laughing, I continued getting ready. My hair was wild and untamed matching who I was at that moment. The look I was going for was mysterious. I had achieved what I wanted to show. It was like wearing my soul on the outside…dark untamed and a full-blown mystery.

Walking from the bathroom, I pulled out a pair of underwear, then quickly stepped into them. I dropped the robe off on the floor, knowing my door was open. At this point, it no longer mattered. He had seen all there was to see.

Physically that is.

Entering my closet, I knew what I planned on wearing and a bra wouldn’t be necessary. Pulling the dress on I reached for the box that held my thigh high boots. These were a bit different as the felt more like stockings and laced up the back. Black was definitely the theme for me tonight.

The dress was silk and short. The front of it was almost like a wrap and its V-neck exposing me down to my naval. It was loose and some nicely placed fashion tape would be needed to keep the girls covered.

I grabbed a small clutch from the shelf and walked from my room turning off the lights. Opening the clutch, I had thrown my cell phone in and walked to the kitchen. I went thru my wallet and pulled idea some cash and my credit card. That would be all that I needed. My phone started buzzing. Sam was calling.

“He lovee…I’m heading out now.”

“Oh good. Where do you want to meet?” Sam sounded eager and excited.

“We can have dinner at Ruth Chris. It’s in the circle so there shouldn’t be an issue as far as walking is concerned.”

“That sounds great. So how did you like your day off?” she asked

Turning, I spotted Charlie and he was dressed to kill. Damn that man was attractive.

“I would have to say it’s been an amazing day Sam.”

I smiled to him as he matched my expression, knowing I was referring to him.

“See you in twenty.”

“Sounds good Sam”. I ended the call still staring at him.

He was dress in a pair of black slacks and fitted black t-shirt. It was simple, but he looked amazing.

Lord help me! I found this man to be like my personal brand of heroin.

He walked to me, stopping in front of me. I fumbled putting my phone in the clutch dropping the bag as my heart was racing.

What was he doing to me? My skin heated and that damn need returned.

Watching him carefully, he bent down and