I undress in the low lighting of Rhodes's en-suite; there's a large control panel on the wall beside the door where you can adjust the brightness of the lights. There are like twelve different settings; who knew there needed to be that many? Once the slip is on, I realize what Poppy was talking about; it does look pretty sexy, and I wouldn't consider myself to be a very sexy person. The thin black material drapes itself carefully over my curves, not constricting my movements but also supporting my breasts and making them look slightly bigger than they normally do. I examine the length after I slip on the matching pair of panties; the hem hangs just above my mid-thigh. This should do nicely, I think.
I tie my hair back to wash my face and brush my teeth before heading back into the bedroom and climbing into my side of the bed. I love that I have my own side at his place and that it correlates to the side I normally take in my own bed.
I wake up with a fright to discover I'm still alone in the bed. I crane my head over to see the alarm clock sitting over on the bedside table on Rhodes's side of the bed. It's nearly midnight; he was supposed to be back in bed with me nearly two hours ago. Curiosity gets the better of me; I have to go and see him, make sure that he's okay, maybe try and coax him back to bed.
I wander down the hallway in search of Rhodes's study, a room I've never seen before. Luckily for me, Rhodes has left the door slightly ajar, and I'm able to hear his booming voice on the other side of the wood panel door.
"This should have been done by last Friday for fuck's sake, get it together. I don't want to hear another word about this until it's fixed. Give me solutions not problems, figure it out," he huffs as I hear the phone being slammed back down onto its receiver. He sounds angry and stressed; maybe this isn't such a good idea, or maybe it is. What's the harm in trying? I timidly knock on the door before gently nudging it open.
Rhodes's back is to me, picking up some papers from the printer tray and examining them. "I'm sorry this is taking so long, baby, won't be too much lon-"
His speech is paused as he turns around, catching a glimpse of me leaning against the doorway. My nerves lift as a wide smirk spreads across his face, his head tilting to the side as he scans me up and down. He's not mad; he likes it, thank god.
"Everything okay, Mr. Whitlock?" I try and keep my voice as sultry as I can; I can see Rhodes bite down on his bottom lip as he sits back down on his large black chair.