The next two days flew by. My prospective appointment was a success and I gained a new client. We set up the photo shoot for a few weeks out. I was able to send the tweaked proofs to Katy and Aaron and their order was in my inbox when I woke up this morning. They chose some of my faves. Now, all I had to do was send them to my photo lab for print.

I sat in front of the computer and debated on what else I needed to consider for branching out into boudoir. So far, I was going to need at least a couple thousand dollars, and that only covered items like back drops, lighting and a business starter kit. The starter kit looked pretty cool, it had a few pose books and marketing info specific to boudoir photos.

I still needed to purchase some lingerie and accessories, furniture, props and photo friendly makeup. According to my calculations I was probably going to be somewhere in the ten to fifteen thousand range by the time it was up and running. Thankfully, I had been setting money aside for a long time. As much as dipping into my savings would suck, hopefully it would be worth every penny. Plus, I wanted to find a space to rent that was in a fairly high traffic area, some place I’d get great exposure, that was more money on top of everything else. Even with all the output of funds, the thought of actually doing it was exciting.

Stressful, but exciting.

I was glad I was independent enough to be able to do something like this and support myself while doing it. I felt myself smiling and shaking my head. I really have become a strong woman. I wasn’t sure when it had happened, but I was glad that it had.

I was still smiling when my phone chimed with a text message. I snagged my cell off my desk and my smile grew even larger at the text awaiting me.

Baz: Good morning, beautiful. Ready for tonight? I know I am. :)

“I think so. What’s dinner attire?” I text back.

I watched as the bubbles popped up. “You don’t need to worry about it.”

“Uh, yeah, I kinda do. As much as you might like me to, I’m not gonna go out naked, Baz.” I laughed as I shot off my response.

“You’re right, I would like that. What movie did you pick?” He was avoiding my question. Bastard.

“I didn’t yet.” I was short with my reply. “Guess we both get to be surprised tonight.” I smirked thinking about how much he liked to be in the know.

“Ok, so be it. I’ll pick you up around five.” Shit, I thought he’d take the bait. What the hell was I going to wear?

“Wait, you’re really not going to give me a clue on what I should wear?”

I waited anxiously for a response, suddenly nervous. What the hell? When none came, I got irritated. Fucker. Well, I guess I’d just have to make sure I looked hot as shit tonight.

I quickly shut down my computer and ran to look through my closet. I felt like a girl from a movie as I stood there literally holding up each piece in front of me and then pitched item after item from my closet in disgust. For as many clothes as I had, none of them were good enough for tonight. Tonight was going to be a big night. The big night. At least I hoped it was.

An hour later, I was standing in my room surrounded by large piles of clothing, feeling hopeless. I knew I was going to have to rehang each and every piece. I sighed in annoyance, grabbed my purse and keys, shoved my feet in my flip flops, and decided another shopping trip was in order. I almost ran over a delivery guy as I yanked my front door open to leave.

“Oh!” My hand flew to my chest in shock. He nearly stumbled off my front porch as he stepped back in surprise. “Sorry about that.” I arched a brow and cocked my head to the side as I looked at the large box in his hands.

“Are you Gemma Montgomery?” He finally spit out after staring at me for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality, was only probably two or three seconds.

“Ah, yep. That would be me.”

He handed me a clipboard with a pen attached, “Can you sign here for me?”

I signed and handed it back, as he passed me the large box. “Have a great day.” He turned and walked away before I could say anything more.

I turned and went back inside, kicking my door shut behind me. There was a card on top. I tugged it off and tore it open.

No wonder he was being so evasive. Now I felt like a bitch for getting pissed. Fucker. I laughed at my inner dialogue and took the box to my bedroom. I kicked my piled-up clothing to the side, set the gift on the bed and slipped it open.

I peeled back the tissue paper to reveal a light rose gold/coppery halter top, that had fringe that hung from the bodice to below the bottom hem. I pulled it from the box and held it in front of me in the mirror. The color was the right shade to make my blue eyes pop. I turned to set it down and looked to see what else was nestled in the tissue. There was a pair of beautiful dangly earrings to match and a pair of metallic point toed stilettos, both in rose gold. I had never worn point toed heels before, but these looked kick-ass. I slipped them on and was amazed that they were a perfect fit. I felt like Cinderella.

I bit my lip and saw there was still something in the box. It was smaller and wrapped in its own special tissue paper. I pulled it out and gently plucked off the sticker. Inside was a lacey, shimmery gold, halter-top like bra, size 34D, and a matching thong, both Agent Provocateur and stunning.

These must have cost a fortune. I stripped and slipped the bra on, turning to the mirror. My tits looked amazing. I grabbed them and released them. I thought about last Sunday and what we did in front of this mirror and felt wetness pool between my thighs. I glanced at the time, only 12:41pm. I looked at my nightstand, the one that my rabbit lived in, and contemplated taking care of myself. I had resisted the last two days though, so I talked myself off the ledge and decided to wait until tonight for Baz.

However, a little torture might not be a bad thing. I grabbed my cell and took a selfie of myself blowing him a kiss and my tits encased in the gold undergarment he had just sent me.

“I understand what you meant earlier about me not needing to worry about what to wear.” I attached the pic and hit send.

His response was instant. “Give me a heads up when you’re gonna send a text like that and I’m at work, would ya??”

Uh oh, was he angry?

My finger hovered over my phone, trying to decide what to text back. Then the bubbles popped up again. “Fuck, Gem. I had to step out of a meeting and shut myself in my office so I could drool over your pic. Your tits look amazing. I can’t wait to get them in my hands and in my mouth.”

This was more like the response I was expecting. I bit my lip as I started texting back. “I can’t wait for that either.” I was even wetter now. “I’m already wet just thinking about it.” I hit send before I could change my mind.

“Now, I’m sitting here at my desk with another hard on. Maybe I should pick you up earlier? Or I could swing by and have you as a pre-dinner appetizer.”

“Anticipation, and all that jazz, be damned? I think I can wait. ;) You do know what they say about anticipation, right?” I smirked at my sassy retort.

“I’m gonna enjoy fucking that smart mouth of yours tonight.”

“Technically, that came out of my fingers, not my mouth.” I giggled out loud as I hit send.

“I plan on fucking those too.” His words shot through my system and my breath caught. “I hope you didn’t make any plans for this weekend. I’ve got an itinerary in place and it involves us spending most of it in bed.”

Tonight really was going to be the big night.