"Yes?"
"Morgana, are you alright? I thought I heard someone talking in there," Henrik's voice comes from behind the door.
"Yeah, just talking to myself." Good one Morgana. Like it's the most normal thing TO TALK TO YOURSELF!
He's laughing again. Great he thinks I'm an idiot. Which isn't too far off point given my track record with him.
"Okay, well your new jeans are here. I also have lunch in the dining room if you’re hungry. I'll leave you to your self-conversation."
I bend over the counter to rest my elbows on it and flop my head in my hands. This man turns me into a bumbling idiot. Brain can you help me out a little today, I really need it.
"I'll try Morgana, but you don't always listen to what I have to say. If I tell you something you have to promise you will do it, okay?"
I nod and stand with determination. Pounding my fist on the counter and whisper yell, "I am Morgana the woman with a shapely hip and a shapely tit, but try and repress me and I will throw a fit!"
After my rousing rhyme I find a hair dryer in the cabinet beneath the sink and dry my hair. Finally when I am done I grab my clothes and boots off the floor and walk out into the cool bedroom. Throwing everything on the floor I pick up a white box with a blue ribbon wrapped around it on the bed. As I open it and push the blue tissue paper out of the way I see lace. Pink lace. Reaching in I grab it and pull out a very delicate bra and panty set.
The man likes pink. My excitement from the lacy garments has me doing a jig while twirling the panties in the air. After a few moments and some bumbling attempts I get on the underwear and bra. I notice a full length mirror on the door to the hallway and go to inspect myself.
Wow, I look good. Sexy. Deciding this moment shouldn't be wasted I pretend I'm Beyonce in any of her videos and ungulate into the mirror. A little twerking here and some hip rattling there, with some chest thrust thrown in for good measure. Someone needs to be filming this because talent should never be wasted.
I am humping the floor when I hear a soft knock and the door open. Looking up I see Henrik staring down at me with his eyes narrowed and his mouth curled in a smirk.
"Have you decided to attack floors now?"
In the few months I have known Henrik I have had multiple face plants that involve chairs. One he was sitting in at the time. He accused me of attacking chairs; I told him they attack me. We agreed to disagree.
I hop up and grab the large white garment bag on the bed to cover myself.
"A lady never reveals her secrets. Now if you don't mind I am not fully dressed."
He doesn't leave. In fact he walks inside and closes the door behind him.
Chapter 6
Morgana's Problem: Henrik Payne
Henrik's eyes are dark and he's changed his clothes from gray slacks to form fitting dark jeans and a dark blue sweater. In a word he looks fan-fucking-tastic.
I am hugging the bag tightly to my body as he steps in front of me. Praying he can't tell that my nipples have turned into spikes and the new panties are sodden.
"Okay Morgana, you wanted me to help you out and now is the time for help. You need to tell him to go away so you can get dressed. He is your boss."
"I know Brain, but he is just so good looking and sexy and God, I just want to see what's under that sweater and jeans. Okay I want to see him naked, just a little bit," I telepathically communicate to my Brain.
"What did I say? I would only help you if you did what I said. If you don't do what I say now I won't even think of helping you in the future."
Henrik starts to unzip the garment bag that I am clutching.
"Let me get these clothes out for you Morgana," his voice deepens as he reaches into the bag, tugging at the green fabric and releasing it from the hanger. He holds it up to inspect it, turning the blouse to see from every angle.
"Yes, I think this is perfect. Janice, my personal shopper, did a great job picking this out in such a short period of time." He turns his head to mine and smirks. "Now let’s get this bag out of the way so we can get you in this pretty little thing."
His hand reaches for the bag and I easily give way releasing it to the ground.
"Morgana! Earth to Morgana are you in? Make him go away." Brain is doing her best to reach me but it's of no use. I have been hypnotized by Henrik and all his manliness.
Henrik groans as his eyes gaze down my body. His fingers flutter across the lace on my chest and his nails scrape over my nipples causing me to gasp. Henrik's eyes flicker up to mine.
"The color suits you Morgana." I can feel his hand moving down my stomach until he grazes the line of my panties on my hip. His finger moves back tracing the edge until he slips a few under pulling me into his body. The tips of his fingers graze my folds and I feel the rumble from his chest as another groan escapes.