Lust & Love
Written in sharp, immaculate black ink was a single, commanding line:
If your decision is yes. Penthouse 42. A car will be waiting downstairs for you at 8:00 PM.
Hazel’s breath hitched. She set the note aside and pulled back the black tissue paper.
Lying inside the box was the most breathtaking, scandalous piece of clothing she had ever seen. It was a dress made of deep, blood-red silk. Beneath the dress were several smaller black boxes. Hazel opened them with shaking fingers.
There was no bra. There was only a tiny, delicate pair of black lace panties, a matching black lace garter belt with silk thigh straps, and a towering pair of black stiletto heels.