At least one problem has been solved because he can’t blame me for this one if it’s a dog.
As I slip the dress from the bag, a note is attached and I feel my heart beat faster when I see typed instructions.
No underwear required.
What the… The blood rushes to my head as I imagine Dixie typing that. If she didn’t, then she certainly read it and now what must she be thinking?
No underwear, why? I hold up the dress and gasp as the luxurious silk fabric brushes against my skin. The emerald green fabric is a perfect match for my eyes and I feel heated just imagining myself in this dress. Its soft fibers will cling to my skin leaving nothing to the imagination and I blush at the thought of him casting those deadly eyes up and down my body as I stand before him.
I almost wish I could wear the peasant dress because I would at least feel dressed in that. This is one big red flag to me because it’s obvious what he wants. Just his actions earlier tell me that and yet, there’s the dark part of my soul that is keen to know what that would feel like. An experience I would never get again. To be with a man like Lucas Emiliano—hell, to be with Lucas Emiliano, what would that feel like? Despite every part of me that says no, there’s a small part of me shouting above the rest because that’s the part of me I know I will listen to when the chips are down.
7pm - destiny or downfall.