her surroundings.
“Good.” Lena said, while giving Cyn a more intense glance at her clothing.
“These will never work. How do you expect to seduce a man in this?” Lena tapped her bottom lip with a long blood red nail. “Hmm, let’s see. Something sexy is a definite must, along with color. This gray is not your color at all. And the hair.” She shook her head. “No, no. Something must be done with it.” Lena began rambling softly and circled Cyn, tapping her wand against a leg.
“I’ve got it!” she exclaimed, then waved her wand over Cyn’s body.
Cyn felt a ticklish tingle through her body, then a rush of cool air. She looked down and gasped, “What is this?” Her voice held wonder, having never seen such clothing before.
“This,” Lena fluffed Cyn’s hair, “will get you the night of your dreams.” Cyn rushed to the looking glass. The woman the glass revealed was a stranger to her eyes. No longer did she wear the baggy drab servant’s dress and the kerchief was gone from her long locks. Her feet were dressed in shiny black shoes with tall heels, making her taller and her legs look longer. Her legs were covered in some sort of strange black sheer hosiery that reached her mid thigh then connected to a red one-piece corset that wrapped around her torso. It was tight and stiff but made from silky soft material. A strip of material ran from the bottom of the corset, between her legs, and when she turned around, she saw that the material thinned as it set neatly between her butt cheeks before widening to form the back. The corset had no straps and its shape pushed her breasts up giving her ample cleavage a boost. Cyn’s eyes traveled up her body and found her long, golden hair flowing free, her lips painted rose red and her eyes lined with black kohl.
“This is me?” Cyn asked in disbelief. She’d never seen herself like this and found that she liked the look.
Lena rolled her eyes. “Of course. Now remember, you must be gone from here by sunrise. Use this secret corridor that will lead back to your room.” She went to the wall where a large tapestry hung and pulled it aside. Behind it was a doorway.
Cyn nodded. “Thank you.” Her voice trembled with nervousness and her eyes filled with tears.
Lena smiled. “No problem, babe. Now, have fun.” She gave Cyn a quick embrace and made a swift wave of her wand over Cyn’s stomach. In an instant Lena was gone.
Cyn blinked a couple of times, then realized she was alone. Slowly she wandered the room, her stomach knotted with excitement and nervousness. The only lighting illuminating the room came from the roaring fire and two candles near the bed. The air was filled with a musky, masculine scent; another indication that it belonged to a man.
She wondered who the man would be. Was he handsome? Surely he was. Lena wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble to put her with an unattractive man. Cyn ran her hand along the smooth wood of the bed and wondered if she had the guts to do what she’d done hundreds of times in her fantasies. Hoping to calm her anxiety, she laid on the bed and found that it was very comfortable.
* * * *
The door opened quickly then slammed shut. His massive form crossed the room to the wardrobe, mumbling and cursing softly, the shadows hiding his features. He was so involved with his thoughts he’d not seen Cyn lying on his bed.
Trevor continued his rant to himself as he stripped off his clothing. He couldn’t believe the evening he had spent with his mother. He’d thought that they would have a quiet evening together but his mother had made different plans for them. She arranged a coming home celebration then started pestering him about when he would marry.
She’d gone as far as trying to set him up with several of the young maidens invited to the celebration. He’d been home one day after being gone for five years and she was already trying to get him tied down and some grandchildren born.
* * * *
Cyn watched silently as this man jerked at his clothing. It was clear that he was upset about something. She heard words about his mother, some curses, marriage, and then more curses. He shifted closer to the fire and the light illuminated his body. His shirt was the first to go, and Cyn had to clamp her lips together, concealing her gasp.
With the mood the man was in, she wasn’t sure he’d welcome her unexpected presence.
The muscles rippled in his back and arms as he bent to remove his boots. His position gave her the perfect view of his backside with his pants hugging the curves of it tightly.
Once he’d slipped out of his pants and was completely nude, he turned to crawl into bed but froze at the sight of Cyn.
Cyn’s lips parted in surprise as this magnificent creature who stood naked before her. Never had she seen a man completely without clothing, so to see this strange man, his long length hanging between his legs, sent a shudder through her body.
“Who are you?” Trevor asked gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest, not at all trying to conceal his nakedness.
Cyn’s mouth opened to speak but the words died in her throat. His masculine beauty had rendered her speechless. She tried again, seeing the impatience in his eyes.
She didn’t want him to throw her out before she could say a word.
“I’m Cynderella,” she answered, hoping her voice didn’t sound too squeaky.
“And why is it that you are laying upon my bed?” His voice was cold even as his eyes wandered her exposed body.
“I’m here to pleasure you, m’lord.” Cyn sat up and gave what she hoped was a gentle yet sexy smile. Though she had her doubts that she could actually go through with this, she was not about to give up her one chance to fulfill a fantasy. No, she wouldn’t give up too quickly, no matter the distrust that shined in his eyes.
Trevor stepped closer, his arms lowering to his sides. “What makes you think I need pleasure on this night?” His voice had softened seeing her smile.
“All men crave pleasure, m’lord. But from the way you made your entrance, I feel you are in great need of release.” Cyn’s voice was as smooth as silk as she slipped into the role of a seductress. She practically purred at him and was surprised at how natural this suddenly felt. Could this really be her saying these things?
* * * *
A corner of Trevor’s mouth twitched as he studied this woman. Actually, it was more than his mouth that she made twitch. Her radiance vibrated in the air, and though she moved gracefully and surely, he sensed she was more innocent than she looked.
“Who was it that sent you my way, kitten?”
Cyn moved so that she was on her hands and knees, facing Trevor. “No one, m’lord. I came of my own free will.”
Trevor found himself at the foot of his bed, not remembering taking the steps to get there. He felt drawn to her, his body reacting to her mere presence. He felt the urge to touch her, smell her, taste her. His mind screamed of a bewitching, but his body refused to listen. What was it about this strange woman that held him so captivated? He hesitated only a moment at the thought of trickery. Was this something his mother set up? A way to trick him into marriage? Looking down at the beauty his thoughts fled as primal lust invaded his body.
Trevor kneeled on the bed in front of her. Cyn lifted and kneeled also. He brushed his hand through her long thick locks and sighed at the softness. He watched as her lips parted slightly. He looked into her darkening eyes. The reflecting fire made it look as if the flames consumed them, making her mysterious and desirable.
“You have beautiful hair. Where are you from?” He’d not seen hair this thick and pleasing in a long time. He’d spent the last five years traveling foreign lands. He’d gone to lands of great wealth and lands that held the lowest of scum. Women threw themselves at him when they found out he was a crowned prince but he pushed them aside. He was not interested in being trapped into marriage. There had been women of all sorts, but none that could ever
