WHO Erato, Hermes WHEN Tuesday night WHERE Chez Erato WHAT Hermes trying to get back into muse good graces WARNINGS It’s Erato lol smut
Erato reclined on the chaise lounge in her sunroom, balancing her fluffy slipper on the end of her toe as she talked on the phone. She had it on speaker, the phone held in front of her. She was on a conference call with a group of other editors, hearing from one of the heads of the company as the next few months were outlined to them all.
She liked to be dressed up when she was working from home, and as she dealt with romantic fiction, she liked to feel romantic. She wore a pink silk sheer robe trimmed with feathers, and a matching ankle-length silk nightgown underneath, actual vintage from the 60s- she’d bought it herself then, and kept it in her wardrobe ever since, stored carefully. With the feathery slippers and a perfectly winged eyeliner, she was feeling her 60s sexpot fantasy today. Maybe a little too much, as she stroked her hand over the smooth fabric. It was distracting her from the conference call, and she did have to listen. They wanted input from the developmental editors as to how their authors were coming along.
Maybe she should think about picking up burlesque work again. She did enjoy the sensuality of it, and it had been a few years now.
Erato looked up as the doorbell rang, and got up from the chair, to go and see who it was.