Red Pearls

I am not sure how long I stood in that bath, but when I got out, Florian was standing close to the dresser, his eyes focused on the mirror. He was wearing black pants and a belt, and nothing else.

I swallowed hard and walked into the room, my eyes resting on his broad back. I felt my breath hitch in my throat before I pulled my eyes away from him, letting them navigate to the clean white box resting on the bed.

"Is this the dress you were talking about?"

He turned slightly to me, his eyes falling below my face for a short moment before he gave me a smile. "Try it on."

I nodded slowly, then walked to the box. It was neatly folded inside, and I moved the complimentary card away from the box.

I pulled out the dress and let it fall down to my feet, my eyes taking it in. It was a shiny silk dress with sleeves made of a string of pearls and an arrangement of the same strings ofnpearls over the chest area, leaving enough to tease and even more to imagination.

I looked up to Florian, who sti