“Let’s just say, Ms Lake, that these are better clothes for you. More fitting. Something a girl from the slums should wear so she can be used by men like me. Men with money and position and power. You’re going to have quite a night.”
The suit smelled strongly of the material from which it was made, a hi-tech, techno kind of smell that until then had been a neutral element in her world. It wasn’t now. It meant s*x as much as cotton corsets, silk lingerie and stiletto heels. She drank in the fragrance and her body responded with a wave of pure eroticism that made her feel a little faint.
The feel of Andrew’s hand running over the slick material, then her bare skin, produced an odd sensation. Something arousing and sensuous, but a little alarming. He kissed her lips that were now outlined i
