Chapter Seven
“Do you really think this will work?” Sarah asked. She was standing in the darkened living room, wrapped in the thin silk robe Belinda had loaned to her for the evening.
“It will work if you don’t f**k it up,” Belinda replied. She had her back to Sarah as she crouched by the fireplace, carefully stoking the fire. “Do you want to f**k it up?”
Sarah dithered. The robe was warm enough, but she was naked under it, and the caress of the silk against her bare skin was both stimulating and disturbing. “What if he turns me down?” she asked, her voice rising to a whine.
“Why would he turn you down?” Belinda snorted. “You look gorgeous. How many times do I have to tell you that?”
“I looked like this back when I made all that trouble for him,” Sarah replied. Actually, she thought t
