I was standing in front of the mirror. The soft orange light of the evening filtered in through the curtains, casting a warm glow on my freshly cleaned skin. I’d just changed, sprayed on a hint of my favorite light perfume, and chosen the dress deliberately—white, innocent in color but sinful in design. It hugged my body perfectly, dipping low at the chest to reveal teasing curves, and riding dangerously high above my knees. From the back, it barely covered anything. Just the way he liked it. Or maybe… the way he hated it.

Four of my lovers were out, working late. The house was mine. Ours.