Page 59 of Money Reigns
No tags. No receipt. No notes.
Just… picked out for me.
By my boss.
Heat floods my face.
I want the ground to swallow me whole.
I stand there, frozen, the lace trembling in my hands.
He bought me lingerie.
Not the way I thought. Not just polite invitations and emerald dresses.
He knew my size.
He’s thought about this.
AboutMe.
He said he didn’t ask to sleep with me. He didn’t say he didn’twantto.
No.
I scoff at myself. Why would he want me? I’ve seen the women on his arm, sleek, flawless, not… this.
I should stop this. I should call and say this has gone too far.
Breathe.
I take a deep breath.
Toss my towel on the bed
And I slip on the lingerie.
It fits like a glove. Silky against my skin, hugging every soft place I try to hide. I glance at myself in the mirror and have to look away before I fully absorb what I see.
A knock on the door pulls me back.
“Ready for the dress?” Isabella calls.
I look toward my towel and back at myself in the mirror. No point in hiding from her. “Come in.”
She enters, holding the gown carefully.
I try not to look her in the eyes, but she doesn’t even blink.
Professional. Efficient, as she helps me slip into the dress.
“You look beautiful already,” she says, smoothing the gown down my hips as she zips me in. “This man has good taste.”
I say nothing.
I try to thank her, but the words get stuck somewhere in my throat.
The dress fits like it was made for me. Structured. Smoothing. Elegant. The emerald green pops against my skin, making me look somehow taller. Bolder.
