Phantom Lover Chapter 11
Angela emerged from the bathroom one night sans bathrobe; and nightgown. Tony openly gaped at her. "Um, Angela, hon...," he started as she sauntered by him, completely naked, on her way to their bed.
"Yes, hon?"
"You seem to have forgotten your night clothes...not that I am complaining or anything." Nope, definitely not complaining, he just felt overdressed in his bathrobe.
Angela reached the night stand and picked up her bottle of "Phantom" perfume. "No, I haven't, this is what I plan to wear to bed tonight."
Tony's jaw dropped.
Angela gave him a look that was more than 'come hither', it was 'get over here now if you know what's good for you.'
Fortunately Tony did know what was good for him, he tore off his bathrobe; conveniently he wasn't wearing anything underneath and hurried over to the bed where Angela now rested, patiently waiting for him.
"Never thought about a fantasy coming true for a second time," he said as he opened the bottle.
"The more often the better, after all last time I was still wearing that wig and mask."
"True, having you as you and not "Christine" is an improvement."
"Tony?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm still not wearing any perfume."
Tony set about to rectifying that situation immediately.