Helena stood outside the tiny shop, starting up at the neon pink sign and willing herself to enter; the curly letters read BLUSH and her brain registering it as a demand, immediately sent hot blood pooling beneath the fair skin of her cheeks.
On the other side of the tinted glass doors was a trove of underthings that could tease and delight the opposite sex beyond their wildest imagination.
Pink ruffles, red lace and black leather draped from padded silk hangers or folded in neat piles, all waiting for Helena to try on.
It was upon her friend’s suggestion that she drove the 100 miles to the trendy boutique in hopes of finding that one special piece that would revitalize her less than perfect relationship.
She wanted to spice up her love life, wanted to feel sexy and desired; now all she had to do was work up the courage to go in.