Page 62 of Injustice and Absolution

At that moment, one of their current waitresses comes out of the back of the club, showcasing to me exactly what I’d have to wear should I decide to work here.

It’s lessclothingthan I’d ever be caught dead in—and inpublicno less.

For all intents and purposes, the top is a smooth, black halter-style bra. There is a cutout down the middle of the fabric so the eyes are drawn beyond it to the girl’s breasts, especially with the metal stud embellished, cleavage-enhancing straps added to the design.

The bottoms match the ones Josie has on, but this girl also dons a garter belt and thigh-high stockings. Her black tennis shoes look out of place, but they’re much safer in the bar area than stilettos.

“Yeah, I don’t know if I want you working here anymore,” Drew mutters next to me before shooting me a playful wink and sexy smile.

I’ve been told that I have a nice body by several people throughout my lifetime, whether it was an appropriate opinion for them to have or not.

But because of my past, I’ve always felt like I wasn’t as desired or valued as someone who was purer than I am.

Not a virgin but someone who’d never been defiled the way I had.

Since meeting Drew, I’ll admit my confidence has begun to blossom. But I still go through periods of heavy self-doubt. And taking in the sight of this beautiful girl with luscious, soft curves, I have a hard time picturing myself looking as good as she does in that uniform.

“I’d never be able to pull it off… I mean, look ather.”

“Stop that,” Drew’s reaction turns serious as he pulls me aside, out of earshot of Josie. “You’re gorgeous, and your body is a thousand fucking times hotter than Maia’s.”

My eyes meet his but without the same amount of conviction in them as he has. Exhaling a breath, he shakes his head at me.

“You’re never going to see it unless I prove it to you. Come with me.”

Oh, shit. What am I in for?

Drew takes me by the hand and leads me to a door at the back of the club. I didn’t realize Josie was following us until I feel her presence behind me as we walk through the doorway into a dressing area.

There are a few girls sitting at vanity tables, applying makeup and laughing over something that was said before we entered.

“Hello, ladies. How is everyone tonight?” Drew greets them, his voice smooth like butter as he pulls me behind him to another door. Josie backs off and drops into an available seat.

A chorus of several returned greetings follows us as Drew pulls me into a smaller room—a large closet, really. He lets go of my hand then shuts the door before going in search of something within a mound of black fabric on one of the shelves. When he finally turns around, I look at what he’s holding and shake my head emphatically.

“No, absolutely not.”

There’s no way I’m putting on that uniform. But Drew looks down at me with the same intensity in his eyes as he has when he’s inside of me.

And I know I won’t be able to deny him.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

DELILAH

Drew takes my hands in his.

“Delilah, I’m not asking that you parade yourself around out on the floor. All I want is for you to try it on, look at yourself in this mirror, and understand what I see when I look at you.”

Swallowing, I’m both irritated and curious. Still staring at Drew, I blink a few times as I try to work up the courage to do as he says.

Why is this so hard? He’s seen me naked a dozen times. After the initial awkwardness the first time, it’s been easy letting him see my body.

It makes no sense that I’m more afraid to be dressed in some type of clothing … lingerie … in front of him than I am to be fully nude.

And as the silliness of that statement hits me, I grasp the hem of my T-shirt in my hands and pull it over my head. I make quick work of my bra after that, and once it’s off, my eyes meet Drew’s again. In them, I’m met with a different level of desire than I ever remember seeing in them before...

If that’s even possible.

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