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Chapter 1: Private Time

"Are we ordering dinner tonight, or do you have plans?"

Juliet shoved open my door with her foot, not even bothering to knock. I didn't even bother to glance up at her from my computer, irritated for the hundredth time that day that she seemed to have zero care for my boundaries. Dirty dishes in the sink. Forgetting to lock the apartment door. It was like she had a list of my buttons to push and was working her way down it on a daily basis.

Why do I let her stay as my roommate again?

"I'm staying in tonight," I said, trying to focus on the endless emails rolling into my inbox. "So, does that mean you're going to eat my fries again?"

"I'll order my own this time," she said, and I could hear the eyeroll in her voice. She lingered at my door, and I finally broke my gaze at the computer to look at her.

Oh right. That's why.

Her lithe and curvaceous frame was glazed in semi-sheer silk. She was tall — taller than me — with a slightly hoarse voice that thrilled me every time she laughed. The nightie was low-cut, her chest nearly spilling out of it. The curved neckline was ruffled with lace and punctuated with tiny bows that disappeared behind her neck, underneath her messily tied bun. I could just make out the slice of her panties beneath.

This was how she dressed every day, and I was a happier man for it.

When I finally managed to return my eyes to hers, she was grinning at me. She knew what she was doing, and I didn't care. She got the attention she wanted, and I got to live with a stunner of a woman constantly dressed in lingerie. It was just about perfect.

"What time?" I asked, trying my hardest to not stare at her breasts.

"I'll be out all afternoon," she said, shifting her weight. The nightie neckline was so low I half-expected — half-_hoped_ — that she might just break free of it. "I can pick it up. Seven sound okay?"

"Seven's perfect."

A whole afternoon without her in the apartment? I couldn't remember the last time that happened.

"See you then, Colby."

The nightie didn't even cover her thong. I happily stared at her wiggling cheeks as she sauntered away, no doubt sure of where I was looking. What I was thinking about.

And what I was going to do when she was gone.

I was naked on my bed as soon as I heard the click of the door latch. My pants were discarded in the corner, my underwear on top. My cock stood straight out in front of me as I thought about Juliet and her magnificent outfits. I shut my eyes and let my imagination wander.

"Do you like it?" she asked me, lifting the hem of the gossamer babydoll and twirling. The rushing air revealed her tiny thong panties and lacy garter belt beneath. They were embroidered with spiraling flowers in golden thread that shone against her dark skin. Sheer white silk — elegant, refined, and unbelievably sexy.

The kind of thing that made you jealous of what girls get to wear.

"Yeah," I said to her, my hand finding its way down to my member as I fantasized. "That's stunning, Juliet."

"Thank you," she giggled, her hips sliding side to side as she made her way over to me. "I thought you might like it."

She leaned in, one hand placed primly on my shoulder while her lips brushed my ear. "I picked it out especially for you. I know how much you like beautiful things."

"That's why I like you."

She ran the soft fabric over my shaft as she kissed me. Her fingers closed themselves around it, stroking me through the layer of gossamer silk. I could feel it against my naked chest. Her stocking-covered leg wrapped around mine as she pulled me into a kiss.

"This doesn't have to just be for me," she whispered. "It would look beautiful on you, too."

"I —" I started to object. "I don't have anything like that."

"But you know where to find some."

My eyes snapped open. My heart was racing, my stomach tying itself into knots. The fantasy evaporated as I planned. Juliet would be gone all afternoon. She'd never have to know — I could even wash it if there was an accident.

Automatically, my legs carried me into Juliet's room. Pink and feminine, the four-poster bed draped in gauzy white fabric. It was like being in a lingerie store — or at least what I had always imagined they looked like. I had no idea that black could be such a girlish color, but the way Juliet had decorated made it feel sultry and delicious.

Which was how I was going to feel, too.