Her home was close, too close. A small house with white walls and a neat little porch -- it looked so normal it made his head spin. She unlocked the door with a flick of her wrist and gestured him inside like he was a stray dog.
He hesitated.
-- Now, Alex. -- Her voice was iron under velvet.
He stepped over the threshold. The scent hit him -- floral, sharp, something he couldn't name but would never forget.
The living room was clean but lived-in: throw pillows, a half-finished mug of tea, a hairbrush on the table. But there, draped over the back of a chair, a pair of silky pink panties and a black lace bra -- a silent threat.
She turned to him, arms crossed, a smile playing on her lips.
-- Take off your clothes. All of them.
His heart stopped.
-- Please...
She raised an eyebrow, f
