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"She's right," Zac commented. "I'd love to see you in red."
His smile was so intimate and he looked so gorgeous, draped as he was in the chair. Abby nodded. "Maybe."
"I think this might be the one," Gabrielle said as she moved down the rail. Pulling out a second garment, she hung it up alongside the first. It was a corset in black, with red flames leaping up from the bust line.
"Oh, wow." Abby was completely transfixed.
"It's made of the softest leather, so will fit like a glove." Gabrielle ran her hand down one side of the corset, then outlined the detailing with one finger. "The flames are hand dyed in the process of building the garment, and reinforced so that they rise up, just above the bust line."
There was a little bit of red, where the flames leapt out of the black body, and it magnetized her gaze. "It's gorgeous."
Gabrielle smiled and turned the garment on the rail showing the length of lacing on the back. "Would you like to try it on? A fishtail skirt in a more malleable fabric would go well and allow you a certain amount of...accessibility." She reached for another hanger, bringing a long supple skirt out to hang alongside the flamed corset. I think it would be a good outfit for you."
Abby glanced at Zac.
"I'd love to see you wearing that."
It was dramatic, so sexy. And the confirmation she saw in his eyes made her squirm with longing. "In that case, I'll try it on."
Gabrielle collected the two garments and led Abby past the rails of clothes. Pulling back a heavy curtain made of midnight velvet, she ushered Abby inside the fitting room.
Abby went to take the outfit from her.
"Non, please. Allow me. I'm here to dress you."
"Right, of course." Abby laughed. Gabrielle was so gentle in her guiding, she felt at ease despite the newness of the situation.
The fitting room was spacious and all three walls were decked with mirrors straight from the baroque age, gilt framed and massive. A tall wooden figurine with outstretched arms provided the place for Gabrielle to put the clothing.
The curtain was slightly open and she could still see Zac. He was glancing around the place then his gaze retuned to her. When their eyes met, her heart leapt. I can't help myself, he might be a big bad wolf, but I love him.
Gabrielle helped her to undress, unobtrusively. She glanced in the mirror as she moved. "Your lover he likes to watch, yes?"
"Apparently so, yes." Did she know that about him?
"And you liked to be watched."
She said it in such a sophisticated, matter-of-fact way that Abby was inspired to do likewise. "It arouses me, yes. I cannot deny it."
"Ah, you are the perfect match for each other."
Abby smiled. She hadn't thought about it that way, but it was true. Zac caught her glance, and smiled back. Her heart melted.
Gabrielle bent down to move Abby's shoes and as she did she did she caught the curtain, pulling it open so that Zac had more of a view. "We will let him see," she said as she straightened up. "But he will think that I don't know."
Gabrielle stepped in front of Abby, who was now naked but for her lace panties, and her eyes filled with mischief.
Abby looked again, and saw a brooding prince in the chair, the man who called to her essential womanhood. He looked at her with possessive eyes. 'I want you' he mouthed.
'I want you too,' she mouthed back. It was so true. She couldn't deny it, or him. Despite her doubts, he hadn't done anything to harm her. He'd brought her only good things and happiness. Now they were here, and this weekend was about them. Her heart was full of him and her core ached to be so too.
Lifting a large powder puff from a nearby shelf, Gabrielle dipped it into a shell like box and proceeded to dust Abby's breasts, waist and hips with a fine coating of talc. "You must do this before you dress in this outfit. It will make you comfortable and it will be easier to take the outfit off at the end of the evening."
The light touch of the puff maddened Abby's naked skin. Her breasts tingled, her nipples crinkling into peaks, her skin racing.
Zac shifted in his chair, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
"The outfit, is it for a private event, or a party?"
