The perfect gift

I adjusted the delicate strap of the red lace lingerie one last time, my fingers trembling slightly against my warm skin. The fabric was sinful,barely there, sheer in all the right places, specifically designed to drive a man wild. I spent weeks picking this exact set, imagining Daniel’s reaction when he saw me like this.

Tonight was supposed to be perfect.

I stood in front of the full length mirror in the hotel suite, the city lights glittering through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind me. The king-sized bed was turned down, rose petals scattered across the crisp white sheets, and a bottle of chilled champagne waited in the silver ice bucket. Soft music played from the hidden speakers ,slow and seductive R&B that matched the rhythm of my racing heart.

This was it. After threw months of dating Daniel, after waiting until I felt completely ready, i was finally going to give him the one thing I had never given anyone else myself, my virginity. On his birthday, no less. This was the ultimate gift.

I picked up my phone, switched to the front camera, and hit record.

“Hey baby,” i whispered, my voice low and sultry, my lips curving into a teasing smile. “I’ve been waiting for you. Look what I’m wearing… just for you.”

I slowly turned, letting the camera capture the way the red lace hugged my curves, the way the garter straps framed my thighs. I slowly ran my free hand down my side, over the swell of my breast, then lower, biting my lip seductively, I looked straight into the lens.

“Tonight, I’m all yours. No more waiting. Come claim what belongs to you.”

I ended the video, my heart pounding with excitement. I quickly sent it to Daniel along with the location and room number.

I set the phone down on the nightstand and poured herself a glass of champagne. The first sip was crisp and bubbly, easing some of the nervous flutter in my stomach. I took another, then another, telling myself it was just to calm my nerves.

Minutes ticked by,then an hour.

Daniel still hadn’t replied. No “on my way", No heart emojis, Nothing.

I paced the suite, sipping the champagne every few seconds. The music continued playing, but the excitement was slowly turning into frustration. I poured a second glass, then a third. The alcohol warmed my blood, making my skin tingle and my thoughts hazy.

Where was he? I checked my phone again, still no response. The message had been delivered, but not read.

“Daniel…” I muttered, a pout forming on my lips. “This is your birthday, I planned everything.”

By the time the bottle was half empty, I was tipsy, my cheeks flushed, and a restless ache had settled low in my belly. The lingerie felt too tight now, too teasing against my sensitive skin. I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, the rose petals sticking to my bare thighs.

I decided to do one last video,I placed the phone on a chair and hit record again, that's when I heard the sound of footsteps. I sat up sharply,my heart thumping loudly in my chest.

The door opened, and a tall, broad shouldered figure stepped inside. The lights were low, just as i had planned only the soft glow of the city skyline and a single bedside lamp illuminating the room. I couldn’t see his face clearly in the shadows, but the silhouette was unmistakably masculine and commanding.

A rush of relief and desire flooded through me

“Finally, you’re here,”