Page 117 of Sinful Temptations

In keeping with the costume, I parted my hair down the middle and made two plaits, and secured the ends with the red ribbons that came with the costume.

With that done, I grabbed my phone, took a photo, and sent it to Zali.

D: ‘Hey, Z, check out the beer wench.’

Z: ‘BAHAHAHA, you look hot.’

D: ‘Thanks, babe.’

Z: ‘You’re gonna hook up tonight. I can feel it in my bones.’

D: ‘I don’t know what you’re feeling but you might want to get that checked.’

Z: ‘Trust me, babe. I’m good at this.’

D: ‘Yeah. Yeah. Gotta go. Wish me luck. Love you.’

Z: ‘Luv ya too. Go get some bootie. MWAHHH.’

I grabbed my bag and door key and headed for the elevator.

As I waited, I fiddled with the ribbon in my hair. With the frill at my cleavage. With the hem of my dress.

The elevator door glided open, and I burst out laughing.

Roman was right there, dressed in camel-colored Lederhosen breeches that showed off his knees and were held up by elastic braces. He had on white knee-high socks and brown shoes and wore a pistachio-colored button-up shirt that had little flowers embroidered across the collar.

His eyes shot up my body and he whistled as I stepped in. Unable to resist, I grabbed the left brace and snapped it onto his chest.

“Owwww.” Roman rubbed his nipple, but his gorgeous smile shone through his dark beard. “You’re in a cheeky mood.”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” Giggling, I shuffled to his side and turned to face the front as the mirrored doors closed. I tugged at the flared skirt, but each time I pulled down at the back to cover my ass, more of my tits showed. I had no idea which was worse.

“Stop fiddling.” Roman scowled.

“I can’t help it.”

“You look amazing. Trust me.”

I cocked my head. “Trust you? You’re the one who dared me to do this.”

“And you’re the one who accepted the challenge. But don’t you feel great?”

I waggled my head. I did feel great. I felt sexy too. It wasan interesting thing to have my boobs on display and actually feel okay about it.

This tiny costume could be the uniform for Tits-R-Us.

The elevator dinged open and side by side, we crossed the hotel lobby. People turned and smiled. Men glanced at me, then those glances turned into stares. Stares that lingered on my breasts for just a tad too long.

We crossed the road and when a few horns tooted, Roman bumped his hip to mine. “Look at you—you’re stopping traffic.”

“They’re tooting for us to get out of the way.”

“Jeez, Daisy, you can be so naive.”

My jaw dropped. “I’m not naive.”

“Don’t worry.” He winked. “It’s cute.”

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