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Be dressed in ten minutes. Wear it all.
I blush. Okay, maybe it wasn’t KevinorRosemary who laid out my uniform for the evening.
Back in the bedroom, I drop the towel and simmer as I pull on the skimpy, silky thong. Then the heels. The dress slips over my head, and when I turn to the mirror in my dressing room, my jaw falls open.
Holyshit.
The front of the gownplungesbetween my breast, halfway down my sternum. Which explains the lack of bra. Sleeveless, the gown splits to cover and cup my tits, circling my neck to clasp at the back. Utterly backless, the hem falls just shy of the small of my back, dropping all the way to my ankles, with a slit up one leg.
I look scandalous. I look like I should be accompanying James freaking Bond on some gem heist on a yacht.
But also, if I’m being honest?
I lookhot.
Well, except for one aspect. My brow furrows as my gaze lands on the way the cut of dress scoops up over my cleavage.
You can plainly see my scar. Both the word and the shoe.
I frown, turning away. But then my gaze lands on the little black box.
Wear it all.
Maybe it’s a chunky necklace? A pendant of some kind, or a scarf? As much of a tyrant as he is, I know he wouldn’t try and humiliate me by making me go to this thing tonight with my scar on display.
Right?
I nervously rush over to the box. I yank the ribbon off and eagerly pull it open to see what sort of scar-disguising accessory lies within.
I freeze, eyes bulging as my mouth falls open.
It’s an accessory alright. But it’s not a scarf, or a necklace—though it is silver and jeweled.
It’s a butt plug.
I swallow, my face throbbing with heat as I stare at the little knobbed, polished toy in the box. It’s like the one he got me before, only this one is… bigger. Wider.
And definitely not something meant to cover my scar.
I blush as I quickly shut the lid and set the box back onto the bed.
A split second later, the bedroom door swings open behind me. I whirl, my face still flushed as my eyes suddenly drink in the sight before me: Noel, eyes glimmering, jaw set, clad in the world’s best-fitting, absolutely hottest tuxedo.
His lips curl slightly as his gaze sweeps over me.
“You look beautiful.”
I feel my cheeks burn even hotter as I smile in spite of myself.
“Thanks,” I mumble.
Then my brow furrows.
“I love it, but… you can really see—”
He brings the hand that was behind his back into view, holding gorgeous white lily corsage—definitely big enough to cover the mark on my chest.
I smile wider, biting my lip.
