Leona’s POV
My voice was small. “I like this black ones… and the red ones too.”
“Okay miss, take your time then, if you need help ill be outside,” the saleswoman warmed a smile as she went outside leaving me alone in the big dressing room.
Inside the room, I unzipped my school blouse and let it slide off my shoulders. My fingers trembled as I reached for the black lace bra. It fit perfectly—thin straps, delicate cups, just enough to tease. I stepped out of my skirt, slipping into the matching panties. The mirror in front of me reflected someone else—a girl who wasn’t afraid to be looked at. A girl who knew she was wanted.
A slow warmth crawled up my neck as I adjusted the straps and gently ran my hands down my body—over the swell of my hips, the soft curve of my waist. I bit my lip, ca
