AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“This one is more ‘Hi, I’m here.’” She hangs a sparkling silver dress on the hook. “And this one is ‘Hey, bitches, this is why I’m going to be having wild sex tonight and you’re not.’” She places a scrap of red material on the hook and winks.
“Thank you.” I laugh a little. “Is that enough to cover me?”
Janet smiles. “It’s enough to cover the important parts.”
After she leaves, I remove my clothes and try on the full length black. It’s stunning—demure, yet not—with a slit that opens all the way up the feather light gossamer skirt to my upper thigh and sheer fabric intermingled throughout the bodice. As I check out my exposed back, my phone vibrates.
I pull it out of my handbag to see a text from Gabriel.
“Find anything? I can make you an appointment with Hannah atCouture. She has things you might like.”
Just how many women does he dress? I would imagine it’s a lot.
“Not yet,” I reply. “I’m trying on things now.”
“Let me see.”
I stare at his request on my phone, and I’m not sure why I comply, but I do. Part of me wants him to see me in this dress. I snap a selfie and send it.
“Damn. Purple bra today?” is his reply.
I glance in the mirror at the lavender bra strap showing across my back. Clearly, I need to learn the art of the selfie.
When I slip into the second option, I remove my bra before taking a picture of the low cut sparkling dress and sending it to Gabriel.
“Your tits look phenomenal in that one,” he replies, causing me to gasp. “Looks better with no bra.”
A warmth sears my chest as I type out my reply. “You like this one?”
“Yes. It’s very sexy.”
I stare at myself in the mirror. It is sexy. But I want to try on the red one before I decide. I slip into it and oh my. It’s barely enough to cover me.
My phone beeps again with a message from Gabriel. “Get the silver.”
“Actually, I think I’ll get the red.”
His reply comes back instantly. “Let me see the dress.”
I ignore it. Because I want him to be surprised.
“Clem, let me see.”
I laugh a little and shut my phone off, sliding it back into my purse.
I suck in a deep breath when I turn back around to face the mirror. This can’t be me.
I twist and turn to see the dress from all angles. It’s a little red lace number—very little—and it hugs every curve I have, like it was custom made for me. Two straps hold up the plunging neckline that forms a deep vee in the front. The skirt, with intermittent crystals throughout the lace, is sheer in spots and hits mid-thigh.
“Come out and let us see,” Brittany says.
I’m afraid to open the door. I’ve never worn anything this revealing before in my entire life. “Ok.” I gather my nerve and step out.
“Wow, and I’m not just saying that because I have to. You look sinful,” Janet says, pulling at the dress just a bit to make sure it fits right.
“Is ittoosexy?” I ask, not wanting to look like an escort Gabriel hired for the night.
“No, not at all. This dress was made for you,” Brittany says, stepping back to get a better view of me from the side. “It’s daring, but still classy. Gabriel Prince won’t know what hit him.”
