I am not about to let Carrero think that I am a woman you leave waiting around on you like some desperado, hanging on his presence. When I get up to the apartment, I get changed into my silk nightdress and robe and start getting ready for bed.
My sleeping pattern dictates that I won't pass out until after four when I would normally be up here, but he doesn't need to know that, and I am putting my plan B into action. I strip off my makeup and re-apply the barely there, going to bed, yet still sexy look. Sitting at my vanity and brushing out my hair before I pile it on top of my head in a carefree messy bun that takes a lot of finesse and skill.
If he thought he had an easy woman to deal with, then he doesn't know me or what he is about to come up against. I have a lot to learn about what
