Page 108 of Vow to Hate You

I stared at myself in the full-length mirror, turning to look at my ass. I couldn’t believe I was about to do this. Playing music was one thing. But this? This was Damian’s thing. How he convinced me to participate at his club was still a mystery. I was in his small office bathroom and could hear him talking to someone through the closed door.

I readjusted the straps, amazed at how well this outfit pushed up my breasts. They were practically spilling out of the lace-covered fabric. The costume was full-on lingerie. It was a one-piece, and while my ass cheeks were on full display, my pussy and breasts were covered. It was tight, clinging to me like a second skin. My back was uncovered except for the few straps crossed over it. My midriff was covered with sheer lace that stopped at the bra cups.

I stepped into the black heels before grabbing the white robe from the hook beside the sink. The silk was smooth against my skin, and I blew out a long breath as I tied the sash around my waist. My heart was pounding, nerves crawling through my veins. Was I really going to wear this in front of other people?

Rolling my neck, I opened the door, stepping back into Damian’s office. My heels clicked against the hardwood, makingmy husband and Ash look my way. Damian stood up, the wheeled chair rolling backward. Ash remained leaning against the edge of the desk, his eyebrow raising as he let out a low whistle.

“I know what’s under the robe.” He glanced back at Damian. “Did you talk to the other dancers?”

“They know.”

I frowned. “Know what?”

Ash snickered. “Come on, Talie. Your husband is a jealous asshole when you’re wearing regular clothes. The only men in the club are employees?—”

“And every single one of them knows the woman I’m dancing with tonight is my wife,” Damian cut in. “No one will touch her.”

I scoffed. “Really?”

“Anyone can look at you all they want,” he replied, his heated gaze meeting mine. “Let them admire you. But only I touch you, baby.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re the one who convinced me to do this. If you don’t want me to, I can just watch the show like I always do.”

He chuckled. “Oh, you’ll be participating tonight, Talie.”

His words shot a thrill through me, and I had a feeling he had much more planned than only dancing tonight. Ash’s eyes darted between us as he pushed off the desk.

“I’ll leave you two alone. We’ll finish our conversation tomorrow. Don’t make him late for the show, Talie.” He laughed as he headed out the door.

Damian followed after him, closing the door. After spinning around, he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

“Conversation?” I questioned. “About Jack?”

“Yes. Ash has been scouring everywhere online for the last week, but he’s staying hidden.” He shook his head.“It’s a problem for tomorrow. Tonight, we’re forgetting about everything.”

I tilted my head. “How are we going to do that?”

“Take off the robe.”

His order had defiance strumming through me. “I thought I was going on stage with you? I don’t have time to model the outfit unless you want me to be late.”

He strode across the room, a smirk forming on his lips. “Are you going to argue with me all night, wife?”

I pretended to pout. “Did you have me wear this sexy outfit just for you? I could have done that at home.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

I swallowed thickly at his secretive tone. Did I hear a hint of payback? The yacht trip flashed through my mind as my eyes darted to his jeans. The memory of the chastity cage had me fighting a grin.

He halted in front of me, his fingers teasing the sash of the robe. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” I muttered, letting him pull the robe open. I had a feeling bringing up the cage I kept him locked in for days wasn’t the best idea at the moment.

“Fucking hell,” he cursed gruffly as the robe fell from my shoulders. “You look stunning.”

The silky fabric fell to the floor before I did a little twirl. “I like wearing it. You’re a good boss to give his employees uniforms that aren’t miserable to wear.”

“The women choose their outfits,” he informed me, his gaze dropping to my cleavage. “It’s hard to be confident if clothes aren’t comfortable.”

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