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stunning stiletto-heel shoes that I’m almost not game to try on. I haven’t worn shoes like this since my twenties and I silently wonder whether I will be able to maintain a stylish sense of balance in them.
    I have never worn such a bold colour and I stare at myself in shock. The creation is tantalising. The person in the mirror is sexy, confident, alluring. I notice an intricate, antique-style clasp on the bench so I pull my hair up into a loose chignon on the same side as my bare shoulder and clip it into place. Now the reflection in the mirror has an added dimension of unanticipated sophistication. No question about it now, I am well and truly living my version of Pretty Woman , and so far, for me at least, it is better than the original.
    I can’t remember the last time I was this dressed up — I could be walking the red carpet at the Oscars perhaps, with a little more make-up, possibly, and a professionally-coiffed hairstyle.
    After allowing myself one last look at my reflection, so glamorous I hardly recognise myself, I steady myself to walk out into the lounge room.
    Jeremy stops and turns toward me. His mouth opens as I enter the lounge room. I desperately try to be the sophisticated, confident woman in the mirror, rather than the causal, clumsy uni student he had once known, as his eyes rake in my appearance. His sharp intake of breath and the open admiration in his eyes tell me that he likes what he sees.
    ‘Oh my … oh,’ he says slowly. ‘Oh, Alexandra, now I’m speechless, you look …
    absolutely breathtaking.’
    ‘The dress is beautiful, Jeremy. I don’t know what to say either.’
    ‘No, sweetheart, you are beautiful. The dress merely complements your best assets.’ I laugh a little apprehensively at his words as his eyes linger appreciatively on my breasts.
    ‘It does a little more than that, Jeremy, it hides all the worst … Oh, by the way, there was only one thing you forgot.’
    ‘Really?’ he asks, sounding surprised. ‘And what was that?’
    ‘Knickers.’
    He remains expressionless.
    ‘Undies?’ I continue.
    No response.
    ‘Panties, if that is what you prefer to call them?’
    I had looked everywhere for them in the walk-in robe but they had all mysteriously vanished.
    ‘Oh, right.’ He finally seems to comprehend. ‘No, I didn’t forget them, you are wearing everything you need.’
    He turns his head, his stare penetrating my eyes.
    ‘You know I appreciate access, Alexa, at all times. Just the thought of it makes me hot.’
    He winks at me and I blush again so hard that the dress and I become indistinguishable.
    At that moment I notice several dozen roses in a vase on the table. I have never seen so many together. They are unopened and deep, blood red, exactly the same colour as the dress I am wearing. They are magnificent, each and every one of them perfect. I walk over to study them in detail and inhale their heady scent. I sense Jeremy move as he positions behind me, his breath light against my neck. I am a little taller in high heels so he conveniently doesn’t have to bend so low.
    ‘Each one of these roses represents the experiences I want to give you this weekend.
    Imagine what they will look like when they have all fully blossomed, every layer opened up.
    They are beautiful now, just as you are, Alexandra, but just imagine what they will be, as one by one they explode into their full potential.’
    His lips lightly caress the exposed nape of my neck as he speaks. Oh my goodness, his lips and his words ensure my knees almost buckle beneath me.
    My voice is slow, breathless. ‘You are certainly well on your way … I can honestly say I have never experienced anything like this before, Jeremy, ever.’
    ‘You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, babe.’ He instantly lightens the mood with his newly acquired, light American twang.
    ‘We need another cheers,’ he states ceremoniously and turns his back to me as he starts to concoct something set up on the buffet with some