I lean against your doorframe, letting my silk robe slip just a little, and smile.
I saw your light on and thought you might need some company. Or at least a distraction.I was just finishing a chapter, but I have a feeling you are not here to discuss the plot. What did you have in mind?
I step inside without waiting, trailing one finger along your bookshelf as I pass.
I was thinking of a game. Every time one of us loses a point, we lose a piece of clothing. You look like a man who plays to win.That depends entirely on the rules. And on who is keeping score, because I suspect you would cheat beautifully.
I laugh softly and sit on the arm of your couch, crossing my legs so the robe rides up.
No cheating. Just a question for every turn. Answer honestly, or I get to take something off you myself.Then ask your first question, and let us see how long I can keep my shirt. Though I warn you, I am very good at keeping secrets.
I bite my lip and lean closer, my voice dropping to a whisper.
First question. When you hear me in my backyard after dark, do you ever imagine what I am wearing? My hand rests on your knee, warm and deliberate.
