THE SECRETARY'S BED TEMPTATION
Chapter 50~

~OTW FIRST NIGHT.

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While Amara is busy bathing and preparing for her bridal night with Galang. Her husband was in the elevator heading to their room. A happy hue emanated from his handsome face, Galang glanced at the watch that showed at nine p.m. In his heart he was impatient to meet his wife who must have been waiting for him for a long time.

The paper bag in his hand did not escape Galang's attention to make the man immediately smile with a bright mind. He deliberately bought this for Amara, the thing he used to do when he was still with Vanila. You could say this has been a habit for a long time. When he wanted to spend a hot night, Galang definitely bought Vanila a sexy nightgown and now he never thought he would buy it for another woman.

"Destiny is unpredictable. Vanila and I eventually split up and ended up in divorce. I thought I was going to fall and wallow in grief over this divorce. But apparently, I was wrong. I don't think I'm going to fall in love this fast and be able to open my heart to another woman. Amara came unexpectedly and easily entered filling the other room in my heart." Galang monologues himself while incessantly imagining Amara's face.

Their first meeting was three months ago, and all the drama was God's way for her. Amara is present and happens to be taking care of her niece who disappeared for years. Galang does not know exactly when his feelings grew and developed until now. Amara's personality and all the simplicity of the woman was like a magnet that attracted her so the sense of wanting to have it was suddenly urged.

Funny, weird and senseless. Galang smiled to himself while shaking his head. "Mara..."

The door of the elevator that clinked and opened spread Galang daydreams. The man rushed out of the iron object, and immediately headed for his room. Upon arriving at the door, which reads Suite room honeymoon Galang takes an access card from his pocket, then attaches it to a monitor that automatically unlocks the room door.

Fragrant fragrances derived from candles aroma therapy out filled the sense of smell Galang already in the room. His gaze focused on the big bed ahead, so that Galang could not smile.

However, the beautiful woman who had filled her head since then did not see the trunk of her nose. Galang's gaze now shimmered down the entire room with a wondering heart.

'Where to 'Amara?'

Galang put the paper bag on the dresser, then walked towards the balcony of the open room, hoping that the figure was there.

"Marrion?" call Galang while scanning the balcony that turns out there is nobody. "Nothing is." He went back in and decided to check it out in the bathroom. And sure enough, when Galang was about to open the bathroom door, first the door was opened from the inside.

"M-Mas?" Amara was clearly shocked by Galang's sudden appearance before her. Reflexes his hands grasping the bathrobe he was wearing. Amara cremated the white covering cloth very tightly. "When did you come?" His lips were stiff and stammered, between shame and nervousness into one. This is the first time he was in a room with Galang in a state of finished bathing.

Smiling while scanning the beautiful face of Amara who is still attached to the wet traces of the former bath. His wife's long hair became a special attraction for Galang at this time. Amara looks even more beautiful in a bathrobe.

"I just came, keep looking for you. It turns out you just finished bathing," said Galang after being satisfied to look at Amara who did not dare to move in his place. He deliberately seduced his wife. "Hem .. kanya is ready, right?" Galang smiled meaningfully until Amara lowered her head in shame.

"Rem ... Mas. I-I have no clothes. B-my clothes just fell wet." Amara said softly with her head still down.

"That's it, Ra. Don't be ashamed. After all, I have become your husband," said Galang with his leisure.

Amara sontak. "Eng .. I'm ashamed, Mas. When I slept without clothes," he said with a plain face.

Shake quickly and say, "That's okay, what a shame. Yes, come here. When will you be standing there." Galang then led Amara to the bed. "Sit down here. Wait me. I'm gonna take a shower for a second. Don't be tense." Before entering the bathroom, Galang kissed Amara's forehead first.

Long stare while stroking his own chest. "Muhnh ...." Amara stared at Galang's back which disappeared behind the bathroom door. "My heart, please ...." Amara's palm felt cold, face-to-face like that really made her nervous.

Then, Amara accidentally saw the paper bag on the dresser because she was curious, she moved, then approached.

"This what?" Amara opened the package, then took the contents. "H-this?" His eyes widened, his face suddenly feeling heated after he found out the contents. Three pieces of sexy lingerie with different colors and different models. "Is it bad to buy this?" Then Anggi's words again ringed in his ears.

Trouble Amara gulped. What does Anggi mean by sexy clothes is this lingerie? Oh, blimey! Apparently her husband had prepared her first.

"It's natural that Mas Galang has this kind of mind. He's a mature, mature man. He's experienced too. She must have had high sexu*l fantasies. Remember, his ex-wife used to be very pretty." For the size of a single woman like Amara, she is a little bit familiar with all this. Revealing the wishes of her husband who turned out to secretly buy lingerie.

Deciding to please her husband, Amara then chose one of them from the sexy lingerie. And the choice fell on maroon-colored lingerie. His model that is not too open and still humane becomes the reason for choosing the lingerie.

Then finished wearing lingerie, Amara put on lotion and fragrance at her sensitive point; behind the ears and wrists. Her still wet hair she accidentally let it run down, then pecked herself once again in front of the mirror. Amara decided to apply lip balm to her lips so as not to be too pale.

"Done." Amara stood up and scanned her appearance tonight. The sexy lingerie instantly transformed her into a different figure. He does not recognize himself. His hands touched every stretch of satin, the maroon color so fused with his skin. The curves of her body were plastered very clearly, Amara could even see her cleavage poking out behind a thin lacy cloth.

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seriate....