Page 24 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

She lifts the garment expectantly, urging me to comply. I hesitate, then sigh and slide my arms through the thin straps. She circles me, pulling it tight, her fingers quick and practiced.

“Breathe in.”

I inhale, and sheyanks.

I realize what I’m modeling for her.

A corset.

I stagger, each sharp tug knocking me off balance. The fabric digs in, every shallow breath squeezed from my lungs.

Tesla spins me around, studying her handiwork. “Okay,” she murmurs, nodding, lips tugging slightly at the corners. “Okay, okay! Yeah.”

“Yeah?” I wheeze, thoroughly smooshed.

She brightens. “Yeah!”

Bracing myself, I glance down. My jaw drops at the sight of my breasts practically lifted to my chin.

“Oh. Push-up. That’s… nice.”

“Mm-hmm.” Tesla hums, circling me again, making small adjustments. “Not a perfect fit. You’re a bit scrawny.”

“Scrawny?”

“Goldie’ll fill it out better than you do.”

I look down again and snort. Hard to believe, but okay.

Tesla steps back, brows knit, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Overall, though… I think it’s good. But…” Her gaze drifts past me. “What do you think, boss?”

My head swivels.

I inhale sharply.

Logan.

He leans against the bathroom doorway, casually swirling the liquid in his highball glass. His gaze drags over me, slow and deliberate.

“I think you had it right the first time,” he says. “She’s perfect.”

Heat blooms across my face.

“I don’t know,” Tesla mutters. “It needs…something. Somethingmore. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.”

“Finger it later,” Logan says, taking a sip. “Take the rest of the night off.”

Tesla sighs. “You sure?”

Logan doesn’t repeat himself. He just nods, the decision already made.

“All right.” She huffs, tossing a few items into her sewing kit before zipping it up. “But if it’s not done by the show and Goldie throws a big fit…”

“I’ll deal with it. Goodnight, Tessie.”

“Okay.” Tesla heads for the door. “Goodnight, you two.”

“Good—” I stop mid-word, still very tied up. “Wait?—!”

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