And the clothes! She'd hoped for maybe a T-shirt and track pants or something, but when she stood before the massive stone wardrobe in the fluffy robe she'd found waiting in the bathroom, it slid open. An inner door revealed drawer after drawer of silk and lace lingerie, all in exactly her size. The other side held several exquisite gowns, tons of jeans and tops, and too many other things to count, along with a collection of shoes the likes of which she'd never seen. Miya had the uncanny feeling that if she climbed inside the wardrobe, she might find a door on the other side leading her back to the real world. She was seriously tempted to check, just in case. She intended to go through with the plan, but an escape hatch might come in handy.
Opening the other set of wardrobe doors, she found a similar assortment of clothing for a man, presumably Lesedi. Was he responsible for it all? Not like it mattered. The clock was ticking. The last thing she wanted was for him to get impatient with waiting for her.
She returned to the lingerie drawers. What should she wear? Not one of the negligées that looked like they should be on some French model. Definitely not. She looked in vain for a plain bra and panties and finally had to settle for an ivory silk set trimmed in delicate lace.
What else? Jeans seemed a little too casual. The gowns were unbelievable, but definitely too much. She didn't want to feel like an overpriced painting. Somewhat discouraged, she flipped through the remaining hangers of nice clothes, looking for the one thing that felt just right.
Ready to give up and just meet Lesedi in the underwear and bathrobe, Miya almost didn't look at the dress on the last hanger, especially since yellow wasn't usually her color. But a closer look convinced her she'd found exactly the right dress. A strapless sundress with a fitted bodice of suede denim in a yellow so pale it was almost ivory and a flowing ankle length skirt was the perfect mix of innocent and hot. At least she hoped it was.
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Lesedi tried to keep his fascination in check. The situation with Miya became something entirely different the moment she agreed to participate in the angels' plan. From his perspective, he could barely contain his anticipation. He had waited, near breathless, while she found one delay tactic after another—discussion with the others, a meal, a shower. Would she next demand sleep first?
Miya, on the other hand, seemed almost crippled with apprehension, definitely confirming Lyght's assessment. A shame, really. He would have preferred she stay breathless and highly combustible with his touch. First he would have to coax his way past the strong business-like façade she had taken on to cover for her lack of experience.
At the moment, she flitted around the room like restless soft yellow light, tinkering with the many lit candles, finding it too dark. Lesedi watched in fascination from his seat on the bed, his back propped against the padded headboard. She had prepared for him and dressed in a soft-looking dress the color of morning sunlight that left her delicate shoulders bare. Lesedi wouldn't be surprised if the skirt were made of spun diamond, light as air, the way it glistened and floated about her legs, first clinging then flirting.
He felt as if he had walked into some warped alternate dimension made entirely of diamond in various hues and tints and impossible thicknesses. The whole ensemble was fit for a king, only he did not feel like a king. The contradiction provided an awkward distraction. Filled with such wonder and fascination, how would he ever relax enough to…No, that would not be a problem. Just watching her move around filled him with aching need.
Miya's behavior served as a distraction as well, an obstacle to be overcome in order to claim what was his. Her nervous resignation to her fate turned her into a monarch butterfly in combat boots. The moment she decided to take part in the mission, she focused on Operation Sex, approaching their coming union like a logistical problem to be surmounted. Apparently, endless and elaborate planning and preparation were necessary for a suitable outcome.
She seemed to need the delay tactics. He burned to tell her they needed nothing more than privacy and time, but if her strange rituals abated some of her anxiety, he could wait. After all, her first time should be perfect, and he would do anything she needed to make it that way, including wait.
He only wished she realized she need not feel like a prisoner led to execution. Such an air of foreboding while approaching what should be a joyous moment betrayed her inexperience. He needed a way to ease her fears.
Finally, she seemed to come to some sort of resolution and came to the bed. "So…" She sat with trembling finality on the mattress, eyes lowered to avoid his gaze. "What…position should we do this in?"
Lesedi stared at her, trying not to smile. Did she really just ask that? She must think sex needed planning out, or something. He was left at a total loss to explain the reasoning behind her question. "What position would you like to perform in, Miya?"