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clothes. Or he’d have to spend more effort discarding them. She opened the closet door and chuckled silently. Either way, her attire for the evening was not going to stay on her body.
    “What are you wearing now? Are you naked?”
    “No, but close to it. I’m walking around in my underwear.”
    She stood in front of her clothes hanging on the rack and skimmed each item. A short dress would entice him to touch her more, but most of the ones she had were spring-like or for a cocktail party.
    “What colour?” he asked. “Are you wearing a bikini?”
    “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
    She continued perusing the selection in the closet. A black knee-length dress with small red flowers caught her gaze. She lifted the garment from the rack and checked it out. The low neckline would emphasise her girls. The simple yet attractive style was perfect for socialising and night-time wear. Although she planned to spend the evening with one man, the outfit suited her needs and she was certain he’d like it.
    “Yes, yes, I do want to know,” he said. “Are you wearing black? My dick is hard from the image of you standing in front of me with nothing on your gorgeous body but underwear.”
    Tingles of longing stirred within her. Moisture seeped from her apex while her nipples pebbled. He wanted her and that excited her.
    Biting her lip, she walked to the bed and set her dress down.
    “I think you’ll find my undergarments sexy. The colours are appealing and the styles tend to show a fair amount of flesh.”
    “Tease.”
    A chuckle slipped from her. “You’ll see my sexy attire, if you play nice.”
    “I always play nice. I can’t wait to play with you.”
    “Good to know. I will see you soon, and I’m looking forward to playtime.”
    “Mm… I am too.”
    The line went silent. She reached for the dress and dropped the phone on the mattress. After she removed the outfit from the hanger, she donned the garment. As it slid down her body, she headed to the vanity near the bathroom. Gazing at her reflection, she couldn’t help but notice the spark in her eyes. It was from him. The man had lit a fire within her. She wanted to see him again, see his naked flesh and enjoy the feel of it. Okay, she craved more. A lot more.
    She smoothed her hands over her hips, straightening the dress, and tried to focus on the here and now instead of the hot and heavy later. The man had aroused her—such a wicked man with lusty thoughts and a rock hard cock. She’d punish him later for making her wet and horny.
    Staring into the mirror, she dabbed lipstick on her lips and a light touch of makeup. After she finished, she combed her hair one last time. A final check revealed she was ready to go. She slipped on a pair of three-inch black stilettos, grabbed her phone and purse, then left her hotel room.
    * * * *
    Ten minutes later, Gwen stepped out of a cab. Groups of men and women were walking towards the Red Light District. Music and the sound of chatter hummed in her ears. After she paid the driver, she joined in the crowd.
    During the drive, Gwen had studied the card Mark had given her. She’d entered the address on an application on her phone and memorised the directions to get to the club. From the map she’d studied, she estimated she had a six-block walk from her drop-off point.
    She rounded the corner of a building with the mass and the volume of the music grew louder. The district looked different at night with the glowing red lights and swaying bodies in the windows of buildings. Scantily clad women swayed their hips and taunted those watching. Gwen passed around the onlookers.
    A high level of excitement carried in the night, encouraged by the fast thumping tune and the appeal of sex in plain sight. Men laughed and smiled. The scent of marijuana was strong, especially after she strode by a shop selling the drug. Gwen’s enthusiasm increased too as she drew closer to her destination. The bar with a large neon sign several feet away