Chapter 40

• I plucked the hanger from the closet and set the nightgown on the bed. Not really a nightgown so much as a babydoll, much shorter at the bottom and with a pair of thong panties hanging hidden on the hanger. Somewhat scandalous, really, the kind of thing a woman wore to bed when she didn’t actually want to go to sleep. Or, the kind of nightclothes a single woman wore in hopes of not wearing them to bed alone for much longer.
• I pulled the babydoll and panties off the hanger. The panties were light and stringy and nearly nonexistent. What the heck was Henry doing to me here? He’d bought these without my knowledge and had taken quite a few liberties. Maybe he was some kind of pervert? He seemed nice enough, though, so I doubted it.
• I stepped out of my casual heels and stripped off my jeans and t-shirt, socks, underwear, and bra. The lacy lingerie, near see-thru in some parts, looked especially naughty laying on the floor by my feet. I had ideas, thoughts, but I pushed them away for now. Maybe later? Like a nightcap, before I went to bed, I’d touch…