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Chapter 1
Isabella “Izzy” Rossi’s lips curved into a wicked smile as she admired her reflection.
The full–length mirror in the fitting room captured every sultry detail of the lingerie draped over her body. The sheer bustier hugged her curves like a second skin, its lace design leaving just enough to the imagination. The matching G–string that pecked through was perfectly framed by the garter belt. A thigh–high stockings that accentuated her long, sculpted legs.
The fabric clung to her body in all the right places, highlighting her smooth, jade–like skin. Her breasts sat high, pushing against the lace in a way that made her feel both powerful and inesistible. She tilted her head, admiring the way the ensemble cinched at her waist, making her look like a masterpiece ready to be unveiled.
“What do you think?” The sales attendant’s voice cut through her thoughts from just outside the door.
Izzy’s grin widened. It was perfect. “Yes, it’s perfect,” she called back. She imagined the look on her boyfriend Calen’s face when she surprised him tonight to celebrate their anniversary- their third anniversary.
To Izzy, their third anniversary wasn’t just a celebration, it was the moment she had chosen to offer herself to him–fully, unreservedly. The thought sent a thrill coursing through her.
A flicker of excitement danced in her chest. Would he be ready for this?
“Can I wear it out?” she asked, already knowing the answer but relishing in the scandalous thrill of it all.
There was a then the sales attendant replied, “Of course. Just had me your card, and I’ll handle the bill.”
Izzy reached into her purse retrieving her sleek black card with a subtle flourish. She could almost hear the attendant’s breath hitch on the other side of the door as she handed it over zzy chuckled to herself. Power wasn’t just in appearance–it was in the way you carried yourself, in every bold choice.
She straightened her back once more, running her hands down Her sides, eyes locked on her own in the mirror. Tonight was. going to be unforgettable.
He should be at home right now, probably lounging in his flat, sull thinking she was in Brazil, wrapping up some deal for the company. Just a few hours ago, he had called her, his voice soft with regret. He wished he could’ve been there with her, celebrating their anniversary together. But his father, the owner of the company she was working for, had to call an emergency meeting. He hated missing their anniversary but Izzy insisted this meeting was needed- for their dreams.
Izzy played her part perfectly, assuring him it was fine, that they would make it up when she got back. But he didn’t know. He didn’t know she had landed in San Francisco four hours ago He had no clue that she’d wrapped up the deal a day early- just to surprise him. Calen was completely unaware that her hair was freshly styled, her skin smooth and perfectly waxed
And he definitely didn’t know that she was already heading straight for him.
She stepped out of the boutique and savored the night air again her skin, excitement making her pulse quicken. With a quick wave of her hand, she hailed a taxi, slipping into the backseat. “To One Shoreline Towers,” she told the driver.
The car sped through the city as she pictured herself walking into his flat unannounced, catching him off guard. Calen had given her a key card to his building months ago, trusting her with full access to his life. He’d never expected her to use it like
this.
What would he do when he saw her? Surprise would flood his face first, but she knew what would come after that,
She bit her lip, staring out at the blurred city lights. She could fel blush creeping up her neck.
Soon enough, the taxi pulled up to the towering glass building, sleek and modern, standing like a beacon in the night. Izzy’s heart drummed in her chest as she paid the fare and stepped out onto the curb. She slipped the card from her pocket, feeling its smooth edges between her fingers as she walked towards the elevator.
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Izzy wrapped her coat righter around her body as the elevator doors slid open. A wave of nervous excitement rushed through her as she stepped inside, pressing the button for Calen floor.She couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when she walked through the door.
She couldn’t help but imagine his surprise, the smile that would follow when he saw her standing there in the lingerie she had carefully chosen for this night. Her fingers brushed the smoth fabric of her coat, feeling the lace beneath it. This is it.
Soon enough, the doors opened with a quiet chime. She stepped onto the soft carpet of Calen’s floor. Her footsteps slow as she approached his door. She pulled out the key card and swiped it, the door unlocking with a faint click. Smiling to herself, she pushed it open and slipped inside.
As soon as she entered, she noticed the low, sultry hum of jazz rousic filling the room. Izzy frowned, her excitement faltering for a moment. Calen hated jazz. Why would he have it playing now?
Her eyes scanned the dimly lit living room, but it was empty. He heart began to pound harder, this time for a different reason. Was he drinking again? she wondered. It wasn’t like him to have music like this playing unless he was trying to set some kind of mood. Was it because he was celebrating their anniversary alone?
put
her finger
She tiptoed across the carpet, unsure why she felt the need to beso quiet. Something felt off, but she couldn’t on it. Her eyes darted to the staircase leading up to his bedroom Maybe he was already there? Did he know she was coming? Impossible. She hadn’t told anyone about her plan, not even Calen’s secretary, her cousin Monica. No one should know that the deal was done earlier than they expected.
Just as she was about to take the first step, a sound made her freeze in place.
A giggle.
A woman’s giggle.
For a second, she thought it might be part of the music, but then she heard it again–clearer, unmistakable.
Izzy’s stomach dropped.
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