Chapter Six

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. The excitement she had felt as Axel had teased her in the office faded away, Why bother? She wasn’t attractive enough to keep anyone, axel might be flirting with her now, but give him a few days and he would soon see sense, a man as attractive as he was would never want a frump like her.
Tears stung Rosa's eyes as she ran down the sidewalk, flagging a cab, she jumped into the backseat giving directions to her apartment were the only thing that stopped her from bursting into tears then and there.
Flinging the money into the front seat rosa jumped out of the car, the hem of her dress ripping up the back in her haste, mortification ate at her as she struggled to keep her modesty intact in front of the driver.
He leered at her as she fought to hold the skirt in place, axel still had her panties and if she flashed the driver he would get a full and complete view of her ass.
Draping her coat around her lower half, Rosa shuffled into the building and up the stairs to her apartment, making it inside the door as she collapsed in a heap on the floor and began to cry, her sobs were loud and pitiful, tears ran down her face and dripped onto her blouse. If she hadn’t seen Richard she might have felt a little differently.
He had only just left, so how could he have moved on so quickly? Did he really care so little for her that he would do that? Brushing her hand across her eyes it came away wet. How was she supposed to go to dinner with Axel? He aroused her so much and she wanted him.
But there was no way that he wanted her in the same way. Yes, she had felt his erection but every man would have an erection faced with a wet and willing woman bent over their desk.
Shame burned her face as she thought back on her careless behaviour, how could she have embarrassed herself so much? She should have controlled herself better, and then to give axel her my panties just like that. What must he think of her?
Rosa held her face in her hands, the sound of her intercom buzzing made her jump, Standing, she scrubbed the tears from her face and answered the insistent buzz.
“Package for a Miss R. Zoel.” The man’s voice sounded fuzzy through the technology, Rosa swallowed, it seemed Axel wasn’t kidding when he said he would have her clothes messenged over.
“Come in.” her voice was brusque as she checked her face in the mirror, her skin was blotchy and flushed from her tears, she didn’t have time to think about it though, a knock on the door told that that the messenger was outside.
Opening the door she signed for the package and took it inside, the man didn’t give her a second glance, the moment he had her signature he was bounding down the stairs once more.
Rosa carried the package into the bedroom and set it down, it was quite heavy, which surprised her, Opening the ribbons and lifting the lid from the black box she stared down in bewilderment at the contents, there was no way she would wear this. It wasn’t in the least bit suitable.
A red lace corset sat on the top of the box, a smaller box contained a pair of black boots in my size. How did he know? Beneath it she discovered a long leather skirt in black, the skirt had the longest slit she had ever seen running up the length of it.
It would leave nothing to the imagination she realized, a note lay at the bottom of the box, it was scrawled neatly in Axel's handwriting and she recognized it immediately.
“No panties, Rosa"
She blushed as she realized just what the skirt would reveal if she didn’t wear anything beneath, Shaking my head she undressed and headed into the shower, she would need all the hours between now and seven to prepare.
Ten minutes to seven, Rosa sat on the edge of her bed in a silk robe, she couldn’t go through with it, she had tried to get the corset on but It couldn’t reach the lacing on the back to tie it up. It was pointless, she wasn’t cut out for this type of thing, anyway, the corset had no sleeves and there was no way that she was going out with her arms exposed.
Rosa hugged herself with one arm as she picked up the wine glass and gulped down the remnants of the alcohol, her first glass had turned into a second and now I was feeling a little unsteady.