Illicit Obsession. Part 15

Chrissy's POV

It's surprisingly comfortable inside, actually, and as I breathe in deeply, I’m grateful that I napped already today. Because if I hadn’t, with how tired I’ve been lately, I would surely be falling asleep right now. And I don’t want to because I need to be completely alert when Brad walks through the door, sees the box, and opens it to find me inside. What a shock he’ll get! It’s just like Cleopatra surprising Julius Caesar when she rolled out of a carpet.

But hopefully, Brad will find it hot too because this time, there will be no pretending that I’m a sex doll. My face will be visible, and I’ll be fully awake and articulate, forcing us to address this unspoken game we’ve been playing.

Clearly, things could go badly. He might hate my guts and refuse to talk. But in my heart of hearts, I know I’m hoping for the best. I’m hoping that Brad finds me so alluring that none of my charades will matter to him and he’ll want to be with me. And