His Robe For Mine Novels & Stories

“Hi.” “Hi,” I reply, returning his smile, my own hands deep in the pockets of the fur-trimmed robe that Kent gave me forever ago. I’m wearing the pretty moccasins he sent me too, but both are a decoy. Because underneath this robe I am wearing a v-neck romper made with completely sheer fabric. Honestly, it barely counts as clothing, the way it dips all the way down to my belly button and barely skirts my ass before dipping between my cheeks. It’s uncomfortable and cold, frankly, but damn do I look good in it.

The steam rose around me, and for a moment, I allowed myself to forget the uncertainty that clouded my mind. The warm bath gave me tiny relief from the anger and confusion that threatened to cloud my head. But as I stepped out of the tub, the relief seemed to seep out of me like the steam from the bath. I reached for my robe, hurriedly slipping it on and fastening the rope. One of the maids approached me, holding a delicate dress in her hand. She regarded me with a confused expression, her eyes falling on the robe I had just donned. "Luna Nora," she began tentatively, "Why are you wearing a robe? I have already selected a dress for you. This will suit you—"

She replied, slightly embarrassed to even mention said robe , the memory of me seeing her in it still fresh in her mind's eye. " Well, if it makes you feel any better, I hardly ever have any morals so seeing you in that robe was nothing to me," I tried to console her, letting my hand fall from her shoulder, slowly dragging it over to her upper arm, the warmth of her skin staining me in a painfully arousing way despite her being decently clothed as opposed to what she had on this morning.

She has no taste, and I have more than enough for the two of us. I stretch my arms out to the side to admire the bubble gum pink fabric of my new robe, which drapes heavily before tapering at my wrists, lined with pearl beads. The fabric is silken and impossibly light, but the length is what really gets me going. When I mentioned I longed for something to wear around the house that wafted over the tiles and made me look like I was some kind of apparition floating this way and that, Louisa delivered without a second thought. The robe has feathers along the hem. It’s truly a dream come true, especially when paired with the matching chemise.

I whisper loudly, willing him to not hear my embarrassment. “Sure, you think I’d kidnap you without preparation? I am a trillionaire boss for a reason you know?” He retorts as he knocks gently on the door, I open it not more than a crack, enough to receive the clothing materials. He hands me a single robe. “I’ll leave what you need on the bed, okay? You can come out when you hear the door close, don’t worry, I’m not a pervert.” ‘No pervert ever says they are one anyway’, I muse as I furiously tie the ends of the robe around my waist.

He reported. I looked at the time and didn’t know that it was already late in the afternoon. Time flies when you are focused on working. I slumped my back to my chair and pinched the bridge of my nose. I rested for a while and then started to change. I was surprised to see what clothes Tia provided me. It was a formal suit with a robe that is colored red and embroidered with gold. It was long enough to call it a gown. It has a rope in the chest part to connect both sides to keep it from falling. I am truly amazed at the design of the robe, you can feel by seeing that it is for royals.

"H..Huh? I should take off my robe?" He sighs and bit his lips, "I want to apply this..." He shows the bottle to me. "On your back. It's an ointment." Everything is an ointment. I gulp nervously, "1...I can do it myself, don't worry." He frowns, "Take off your robe Kemi, who do you think changed your clothes?" Wait, what? He changed my clothes himself? Does this man even have any decency? I exhale and turn around with my back to him, and then slowly loosen the robe before sliding it down my shoulders stopping at my waist. I wrap my hands around my body and |look at the bed.

it's basically a carbon copy of his own — super luxurious. I stand back, curious about what Andrei's searching for. My nerves are still on edge, which is… ridiculous. “Guess, I'll coax them out of you. Every last one.” My curiosity spikes, “How?” “All in good time. Shall we get you into something a bit more… refined?” The robe he hands me is a stunner — bold red, V-neck, and flowing long sleeves, all accented perfectly with a satin sash and fur trim. Soon as Andrei makes his exit, granting me some much-needed solo time, I slip into the robe. And, honey, I've got to say. Not bad, not bad at all. Then I grab a brush and start brushing my hair because even queens have bad hair days.

“I think it looks more like a lightning bolt but yes. It’s silver and it's jagged.” “Mine too. I’m Robyn,” she adds shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Let’s go.” She doesn’t even take the gold from the wooden bar, just places her hand in mine. Then she turns, grabs a maroon cloak and walks out. A weirdly giddy high hits me. This is a good decision.

"Do you always sleep in the nude?" I shrug. "I like the feel of the sheets against my skin." Ever since I bought my own house, I've foregone any clothing at night. It feels... freeing. And it's my house, so I can do whatever I want. He curses under his breath and shoves the gun into his waistband. Then he gives me a slow once-over. The air between us electrifies as we stare at each other. Not giving any thought to the repercussions, I release the edges of the fabric and allow the robe to part. The luxurious material clings to the tips of my breasts, giving Roman a full view of my body.