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“But do they want to stay together?” I asked.

Jeremy sighed, then smiled at me. “I’m not Asher or Beatrice, so I couldn’t say. But, honestly? It’s probably better not to even think about it. I don’t know exactly what’s going on with you or them or anything, but more than one person’s been hurt when their expectations don’t match reality. You seem like a nice woman and I don’t want to see that happen to you.”

“I know,” I said. “It was just a question. I was curious.”

It wasn’t entirely just a question, but I knew that it couldn’t be anything more, either.



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Jeremy left me at the guest house. It was still early, somewhat. Not entirely as late as Asher had made it out to be, and I actually wasn’t tired in the least. In a few more hours, maybe, but not yet.

I plopped onto the couch, contemplating watching something on the projector and movie screen. Unfortunately, though, I realized I had no idea how to use the remote. I picked it up off the coffee table, staring at it. The buttons all looked the same, though some said one thing or another. My TV at home had a generic cable company remote with a standard cable box, but this was nothing like that. I frowned and tossed it back onto the table, defeated. I didn’t want to mess around with it and potentially screw something up. I felt like I was always screwing something up these days.

What to do, what to do? I could take a bath? My thoughts drifted to yesterday, when I’d refused to leave Asher’s guest home. He came home, angry and upset, wondering why. He’d asked me what I was doing, why had I done this? I didn’t really know how to answer him then, and I didn’t know now, but I remembered one of the things I’d said later. In his basement library, stripped of my clothes, tossed onto one of his couches, I’d admitted to masturbating in his bathtub.

Maybe I shouldn’t take a bath.

I could make myself a snack? Sit here and do nothing? Go lay on the bed upstairs and…?

Then it hit me. The library! The library had similar memories as the bathtub, but mostly only with Asher. If I went there alone, I thought I’d be alright. No drudged up thoughts that I shouldn’t think about, nothing too awful or bad. I would find a book, sit on the couch, maybe cover myself with blankets, and read.#p#分页标题#e#

Except, of course, I needed pajamas first. Nightclothes. Something. I bounced up the stairs, excited, and ran to the master bedroom.

I still couldn’t believe the closet. Empty when I first arrived, when I’d come as part of some deal with Asher, he’d since asked Jeremy to fill it with clothes for me. I don’t really know why, unless this was part of his plan. I assumed Asher Landseer was the kind of person who got what he wanted most times, so probably that was it. He did need to discuss the situation with Beatrice, but he’d do it and she’d side in his favor. Not with me, but for him, and so in advance of that he’d bought me clothes.

I searched through the clothes, shifting aside hangers. I knew some of what was here, since I’d grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt to change into before heading to dinner, but most of it was a mystery. More jeans, dresses, cute skirts and blouses, tshirts and tanktops and…

Nightgowns. Not many pajamas from what I saw, but maybe Jeremy put those in the dresser? I should check, except, no, what did it matter? I was here, alone, and really, I could wear what I wanted. The nightgowns looked lovely, too. I immediately stared at a red one and decided I needed to wear it. Nothing else would do.

I plucked the hanger from the closet and set the nightgown on the bed. Not really a nightgown so much as a babydoll, much shorter at the bottom and with a pair of thong panties hanging hidden on the hanger. Somewhat scandalous, really, the kind of thing a woman wore to bed when she didn’t actually want to go to sleep. Or, the kind of nightclothes a single woman wore in hopes of not wearing them to bed alone for much longer.

I pulled the babydoll and panties off the hanger. The panties were light and stringy and nearly nonexistent. What the heck was Jeremy doing to me here? He’d bought these without my knowledge and had taken quite a few liberties. Maybe he was some kind of pervert? He seemed nice enough, though, so I doubted it.

I stepped out of my casual heels and stripped off my jeans and t-shirt, socks, underwear, and bra. The lacy lingerie, near see-thru in some parts, looked especially naughty laying on the floor by my feet. I had ideas, thoughts, but I pushed them away for now. Maybe later? Like a nightcap, before I went to bed, I’d touch…

Jessika! I yelled at myself and stared at the babydoll again. Well, panties first, I decided. I stepped into the g-string undergarment and lifted it up my legs, fitting it into place. It felt nice and soft, what little of it there was. I pulled on the waistband a little, feeling the fabric nestle between my lower lips, an intimate secret soon to be hidden by the babydoll.