I titled my head to the side .

My nose wrinkled as I bit the inside of my cheek .

Stretching the waistline between my fingers, I lifted the crotch of the panties over my head. Peering up through the hole in the middle, the ceiling light caught my eye like a bullseye .

“What do you think?” the redheaded woman who was assisting me asked .

Tilting my head to the other side, I said, “Really ?”

Red snickered. “A line from the drive through menu .”

Peeling my eyes away from the panties, I gave her a look. “That’s a thing ?”

Her shoulders shrugged. “You wouldn’t believe .”

Hanging the skimpy pair of slutty underwear back on the hook, I reminded her that I was here to look sexy, not get my prostitute on. My man had stamina and enough patience to take his time and last the night. He wasn’t an in-and-out kind of lover .

“Don’t get me wrong,” I said, “I have nothing against offering my man a quick meal, but that’s not how I want tonight to go .”

Red chuckled. “I totally get it .”

“I think I’ll go with these,” I said, holding up the sexy set I’d first gravitated toward .

“Excellent choice.” She grinned .

Casting my gaze down to my hands, I smiled when sliding the sheer lace bra with a bow between my fingers. I liked the way it felt, knew how hot I would look when tucked inside, and how hungry Kelly would be to get me out of it. And when paired with the strappy garter panty and sexy stockings, I knew the look was nearly complete. “Have any suggestions for what pumps might go with it ?”

Red flipped her hair over her shoulder and waved for me to follow .

Jutting my hips out to the side, I busied myself by raking the tips of my fingers over the racks of clothes we passed. With each stride, I couldn’t stop thinking how this was the distraction I needed from having to think about Lucky and how I didn’t have the heart to tell him that his new girlfriend might not be the woman he thought she was. My goal was to avoid drama. Not invite it. I’d had enough emotional swings this week to last a year. And knowing this city as well as I did, I knew that more drama of its kind was only a breath away from finding its way back into my life .

“Ahh … here they are.” Red reached out, plucking one heel off the display rack .

I blinked and could feel the infatuation glimmering in my eye. Taking the shoe into my hands, I affectionately touched the gorgeous pointed toe stiletto. They were strappy, sexy, and would make my legs appear much longer than they actually were .

“Go on.” Red’s face beamed. “Try them on .”

My hand rested over my heart. It beat like a woman in love. “They’re perfect .”

Red guided me to the nearest cushioned bench. Sitting down, I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, fusing with the elastic before kicking off my sandals. One-by-one, I slipped my toes into their new homes. These babies were perfect .

Red offered me her hand and assisted me to my feet .

Towering so high I felt like my head was in the clouds, the pumps gave me at least four inches on her, and I liked the view from up here. Strutting up and down the corridor like a model showcasing the latest fashion in Paris, I cocked a hip and glanced over my shoulder getting Red to giggle .

“Maybe the crotch-less panties would be the better choice?” I said, bending over and latching on to my ankles .

Red covered her mouth and blushed. “No one has ever asked for a refund.” She laughed .

Before I stood back up, I was forced to flip over the price tag tied to the strap of my left heel. Of course the cost was astronomical, but Kelly asked, so shall he receive . “I’ll take them.” I flipped my hair back when I stood .

The front door jingled with a new customer and Red excused herself. I was fine handling myself. I had been here browsing, trying on clothes and thinking about what to get fucked in for over an hour. Red was having a great time, I could tell. But deep inside, I wished I was here with Alex. Life was always better when shared with my BFF .

Walking along the back wall, I soon found myself standing in front of a large rectangular mirror. Because I had nothing better to do and was in no real hurry, I held up my sexy set of lingerie one last time .

Kelly was going to flip his shit when he saw me. No way that man was going to last more than thirty seconds before blowing his load. Hell, even though I knew his stamina to be better than that, I would consider it a compliment to myself if he did .

Running my hands over my body, I couldn’t help but feel sexy—feminine, a woman on fire .

And with my imagination quickly running away from me, I was lost inside my head creating my own fantasy .

Kelly has me strapped to the wall. My arms above my head and my legs spread .

He has his slap stick out and is threatening to throat fuck me .

My pussy throbs, begging for it to be assaulted .

Kelly whispers in my ear that he’s going to ruin any chances I have with any other men that come my way after him .

Moaning, my nipples were hard and by the time I came out of my little daydream, my cheeks hot enough to start a forest fire .

Shaking off the heat, I was nearly knocked down by the face I found staring at me when I glanced over my shoulder. “What do you want?” I barked .

His large frame was neatly packed into jeans and an untucked collared shirt that fell to his thighs. His mouth threatened to smile but he never did. No, there was a serious tone about him that I couldn’t place. Though I knew that I would soon learn what it was .

Holding up my hand, I took a step back. “Wait. How did you know I was here ?”

“You haven’t called them, have you?” He inched his way closer .

I refused to be scared, but the primal scream I already heard inside my head slowly moved up my chest as I eyed the exit. “If they’re really in trouble like you say they are, why aren’t they reaching out to me ?”

When he ignored my warning for him to stop moving, I backpedaled, mistakenly backing myself into the corner. Glancing over his shoulder, I looked for Red but she was nowhere to be found .

Suddenly, he stopped .

And I froze .

With a stuttering heart, my eyes were glued to his hand reaching behind him. Cautiously, I watched as he brought a neatly folded piece of paper out from his back pocket, holding it out for me to take .

“What’s that?” I debated whether or not to take it .

“Call your parents, Kendra.” My uncle held out his hand, urging me to take the paper from it. “I wrote their phone number down inside. In case you didn’t have it .”

Like a viper, I snatched the paper between my fingers, quickly withdrawing back to a safe distance—a distance from which he couldn’t touch me, hurt me. Eager to open it up, my hands shook. Scanning the document, it didn’t make any sense. “What is this ?”

“You have something that we all want.” He paused. “Call your parents. They’ll explain everything .”