Oh well, I didn’t have time to second-guess myself. I only had—I glanced at the clock on Hendrix’s dresser—less than three minutes left. Stripping out of the sexy dress I’d worn for an entire twenty minutes, I removed the plain, albeit cute, panties and bra set I wore underneath and tossed them into the corner. Shaking out the lacy, baby blue chemise I’d picked out online, I slid it over my body. I loved the way the material slid down my heated skin, caressing my every curve.
