After lunch, Larry yawned and was coaxed to take a nap.
Wendy had nothing to do. She walked around the room, then took back the clothes drying on the balcony, and when she opened the closet to put the folded clothes in, she accidentally bumped off a paper bag.
She picked it up and felt it somehow familiar.
When Wendy opened it, the blood rushed to her cheeks and she immediately understood why it looked so familiar. She had seen it four years ago. At that time, they were still in a contract relationship. He went to the store, bought a bunch of sexy pajamas, and threatened her to change into one every night.
There were still several pajamas with tags on, which were as transparent as nothing. She felt thirsty just by looking at them.
She didn't expect that he would keep them here till now. But perhaps Charlie himself didn't know about it, because it wasn't hard to guess. When he moved, others should have seen them and thought it was his little hobby, so they took them here all together...
In the morning, Wendy was a little sleepy. When she went to the bathroom to take a bath, she forgot her clothes and asked Charlie to bring them to her.
When she stretched out a wet arm through the crack of the door, she didn't get the clothes, but was grabbed by him and pulled into his arms. He even bit her ear fiercely, accusing her of trying to seduce him!
What the hell!
Her body was still recovering, so he had to control himself. It was so hard and he could only bury his head in her neck and swallow saliva. She was very familiar with the sound because she could hear it every night when she turned over a little in bed.
Thinking of how horny Charlie looked in the morning, Wendy didn't put the paper bag in and wanted to tease him.
She picked up the phone, and send him a message, "What are you doing?"
"Under the stage, wait for the signing ceremony."
Charlie replied soon as if he had his phone in his hand all the time.
She knew about the signing ceremony because he told her about it when she helped tie his tie in the morning. Wendy could imagine that he was wearing a black suit, sitting on a chair with his long legs crossed, and when his ankle slightly swang, a piece of black socks would be exposed.
Since it hadn't started yet, he shouldn't be busy. She looked at the paper bag and continued to edit another message, "Charlie, guess what I found when I was cleaning up the closet ?"
Charlie: "What?"
Wendy: 'Til show you!"
After sending the message successfully, she grabbed a pajama from the bag, laid it flat on the bed, looked for the perfect shooting angle carefully, then picked the best one and sent it to him.
Soon, Charlie replied, "Seriously?"
Wendy sniggered and seemed a little smug, she continued typing fast, "Want to see me change into these now? They have been left in the closet for a long time..."
In the end, she deliberately typed several dots.
Two days ago, she just wore a close-fitting evening dress, and he got so turned on. If he saw her in this kind of sexy pajamas, she was sure that he would push her to the bed and tear it up.
As expected, Charlie sent just one word, "Fox!"
Wendy could feel Charlie's desire for her even through the screen of the phone, and her laughter became louder and louder.
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