Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

I frown at my own thought. Is it?
I don’t know, but I do enjoy going to the theater. I assume the gifts Hollis brought are what
Calvin wants me to wear.
I take the lid off the rectangular box and find a stunning pair of red and black leopard-print
pumps from Dolce & Gabbana. “Wow. These are stunning.”
Hollis nods his agreement. “Very pretty.”
“Will you be coming to the show with us?”
“I’ll drive you. I won’t be going in.” He hands me a small shopping bag with satin strings and
tissue paper inside that I didn’t notice him carrying under the box.
I open it to find a pair of pantyhose and a scrap of material I guess Calvin considers underwear. I
hold them up by the strings and look at the scant piece of black lace that will cover my crotch. “A
thong. How comfortable.”
Hollis turns to cover his smirk. He unzips the dress bag and holds it up so I can do the rest.
I have to get pretty close to him to pull the dress out of the bag. I catch the scent of his cologne
and off-handedly tell him, “You smell good.”
His eyes widen like I just punched him in the abdomen and he cannot believe my audacity.
“Don’t say shit like that.”
I blink. “What?”
He shakes his head, glancing around like Calvin’s home and he’ll overhear it. I’ve never seen
Hollis look antsy before, but he does now.
“It was just a casual compliment. Relax,” I tell him. He’s being squirrelly as hell, but I ignore it
and tug the dress off the hanger.
It’s a beautiful, classic little black dress with an asymmetrical neckline. It’ll look great with the
shoes he bought me, and I’m glad it’s a sheath that won’t blow up if there’s a gust of wind since the
panties will not provide much coverage.
“These are so pretty,” I say, going back over to look at the shoes. “I’m excited to wear them.”
Actually, I’m too excited to wait. I might look silly wearing them around the house, but there’s no one
but Hollis around to see.
I don’t want to wear them barefoot, so I take my new pantyhose to the master bathroom as well
and change into them.
Once I get them on, I don’t want to put my adorable Aristocats pajamas on. These pumps make
me feel sexy, so instead of putting them on, I go to Calvin’s closet and steal another of his snowy
white dress shirts. He has plenty of them, so I doubt he’ll mind. I slip it on and drape it strategically,
then I finger comb my hair and shake it out to give it a little more body.