Page 124 of Triggered By Love
Avery examined the swimsuit. The black part was a thong bikini. A white V-shaped halter stretched from below the crotch, over the breasts, and tied around the back of the neck.
“Fine,” she said. “Let’s get this over with.”
Tatiana snatched the skimpy suit from her. “Take off your clothes and wait for me in the bathroom.”
“I’ll disrobe inside the bathroom, if you don’t mind.” Avery strode toward the en suite bath.
Tatiana’s hand was like a cobra’s strike. She clawed Avery’s wrist and stopped her in her tracks.
“I will examine you and dress you. Stay still.”
How demeaning.
Avery hadn’t been treated like this since she was a model, when many hands prepped her before a show. Even models put on their own clothes, although alterations and adjustments were done without regard to whether she liked being touched or not.
She was a human mannequin.
But here? This was a private show.
“I don’t need a handler to put this on.”
Tatiana put her finger over her lips and made a shushing sound. Again, her eyes darted to the corner of the room.
Avery resigned herself to being woman-handled. This would be over in two hours. If Jason was right, and the Leaches were responsible for the dead models, then they could all be busted and she would finally be freed of the lecherous professor’s private shows.
Tatiana ran her fingers through Avery’s hair and removed several barrettes. Next, she unzipped her dress. Sliding her fingers underneath Avery’s bra strap, she felt around, then dropped the dress to the floor.
Creeps chilled Avery’s skin as Tatiana unhooked the front of her bra and examined the underwire. Wordlessly and efficiently, she peeled off Avery’s panties, and ran her hands down both bare legs before removing Avery’s pumps.
She poked her fingers into the shoes and turned them over before placing them on the floor next to the bed.
Avery concentrated on memorizing everything she could about Tatiana. She could be considered a beauty, with a lush lower lip that protruded more than the upper. Her chin had a slight cleft, and her cheekbones were strong, but not out of proportion to her prominent nose. The face would have been masculine had she not possessed large sultry and seductive eyes. Dark-brown and heavily lidded with thick lashes underneath the long graceful arches of her thick eyebrows.
“Step into this.” Tatiana dangled the swimsuit in front of her.
Avery lifted one foot, and the other woman bent over to guide it into the thong. Should she hit the woman? Or kick her? But supposing she overpowered Tatiana, she was still inside the professor’s house. She lifted her fist, but Tatiana lifted her eyes.
Lamely, Avery opened her hand and swept her fingers through her hair. “You shouldn’t have removed the barrettes. Now my hair won’t stay out of my face.”
“I told you to stay quiet.” The woman could play prison guard at a concentration camp.
Avery stepped her other foot into the thong and stood still, not helping Tatiana one bit while she pulled the black bikini bottom up and adjusted the back in her butt crack.
The white halter was attached at her crotch and lay upside down in front of her. Would those tiny strips be enough to cover her breasts?
Should she even care?
The professor had seen everything before.
Seen, but never touched.
For that, she should be grateful.
A pair of white wires were sewn on the inside of the halter, running up the legs of the V-shape. They looked like earbud lines and didn’t appear stiff enough to add structural support.
“What are those?” Avery asked.
Instead of barking “quiet,” Tatiana said. “It’s exactly what you think it is. No more questions.”
