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enough to show off her curves. Topping off the outfit were a pair of black four-inch patent leather stilettos with an ankle strap.
    A spritz of Chanel Mademoiselle across her collar bone, and she smiled. The corset hugged her like a custom glove, and the slight pressure of the boning helped center her mind. God she’ d missed this. Pulling her coat on over her dress, she switched her oversized tote for a smaller clutch, packing her cell phone, lipstick, keys, credit card, id, and a small can of mace, just in case. One more pass in front of the mirror and a mental pep talk, she heard the buzz of the building door man informing her that the car service had arrived.
    “Thank you, Randall . I will be right down.” Letting go of the intercom button, she took one more deep breath and stepped out of her comfort zone, leaving the safety of her apartment and her loneliness behind. Mumbling to herself as she stepped into the elevator, “Myles, you better not let me down now , ” she knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to her . But the element of danger present from stepping into something unknown only increased the furor gnawing at her belly.
    Chapter Six
    The cool, crisp autumn air nipped at the end of her nose, the wind blew her hair around behind her, but the warmth that had settled low in her stomach and between her thighs kept her from really even noticing. A very well mannered, sharp-dressed older man stepped out of the sleek black town car that waited just outside for her to open her door. He didn’t say a word, just gave her a nod before closing her in the car and driving away. He easily maneuvered the busy streets of downtown through the darkness, and for the first time in a long time, she watched the people she shared the city with but saw them differently. Couples wrapped around each other, caught up in nothing more than their significant other’s company — so easy. She missed that. But then again, her life with Deacon had never been easy. Instead of seeing the couples wrapped in their own little worlds as something from her past, she began to picture herself in them. Her arms wrapped around the waist of a lover, her head resting on his chest; she began to see what life, and love, could be like for her again.
    Never mind all of that. The past was best left in the past, and this, this chance, this risk she was taking was a chance at a new beginning in her life. A life where she could indulge the part of herself that she’d denied so long to be with the man she’d loved , but who’d thrown it all aw ay for nothing. Righting herself in the seat, she looked confused when the car came to a stop at a small shop just on the outer limits of the city. Neat white letters against a black backdrop read Leather and Lace, and the storefront windows displayed beautiful one-of-a-kind pieces of lingerie.
    Her confusion grew even more when the driver opened her door and gestured for her to step into the shop. After thanking him for the ride, she hesitantly stepped into the store, the scent of sandalwood and roses calming whatever confusion she’d felt before. Sandalwood had always been a scent that relaxed her — yet aroused her even more. That heady aroma mixed with her anxious desire made her thighs feel damp, and her nipples strained against the satin of the corset. Abraded with every step that shifted the corset against her skin, her nipples begged to be soothed by the skillful mouth of a man. Her skin burned , and Rissa couldn’t help shake the feeling that whatever she’d decided to take a chance on tonight would change her life forever. Not wanting to appear overly eager, she took a moment to sift through some of the finer pieces in the store. Delicate lace teddies, studded leather halters, stockings in dozens of patterns; each piece was more stunning and artistic than the last. Wide paths between the racks allowed her to move without feeling cramped, but the anticipation of what awaited her was quickly becoming more