Michael glanced at the cream-colored envelope on the sterling silver tray. His name was scrawled across the expensive-looking vellum. Curiosity won out and he tore it open. Nestled inside were a key and a note that simply said An Invitation to Play in neat, feminine script. On the bottom, in smaller letters, it read Second floor, last door on the right .
He sent a sweeping glance across the room, scanning the guests milling around, none of whom were familiar to him. Who could have sent him this? His decision to come hadn't been cemented until this afternoon. For a brief moment, Michael balked at accepting the brazen invitation. Then again, why the hell not? A blistering session of erotic, teeth-grinding sex was probably what he needed right now. Tossing back his drink, he left the empty glass on the bar and headed up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. The plush, Oriental runner in the hallway muffled his steps as he approached the door. With a flick of his wrist, the lock gave way. The knob was cool to the touch as he twisted it, pushing the door open and walking inside.
Recessed lights cast a soft, pale glow over the room. A woman knelt in the middle of the king-sized bed. Pristine gold sheets were stretched smooth and undisturbed beneath her legs and numerous plump pillows were piled high behind her.
Michael approached on silent feet, more than a little intrigued. A curtain of thick, golden hair hid her face. A white corset hugged her body, cinched tight around her waist. The lush weight of generous breasts balanced precariously in the cups, nearly spilling over the top. Silky panties in the same deceptively innocent color encased her shapely hips, barely covering her mound. The overall picture was tempting and alluring, without trying too hard.
The voluptuous body, the sexy corset and the submissive pose struck Michael like a sucker punch in the solar plexus. Excitement wound its way through his bloodstream, lighting every single nerve ending on fire. Lust was a violent pulse that centered on his suddenly alert cock. Heady arousal, something he hadn't felt in a while, went straight to his head, fogging his mind, leaving no thought except to fuck.
The woman raised her face and met his gaze.
Michael's heart skipped a beat. Lily ? The word stuck in his throat. His thoughts skidded to a halt, unable to get past the realization that his former secretary stared back at him.
Lily's large blue eyes, as dark as a storm-tossed sea, met his. Yes or no. That's all you have to say.
