POV: Chloe
The gift bag appeared on my desk on a Wednesday morning like it owned the place.
No note, no sender name. Just cream tissue paper folded back with deliberate elegance, revealing fabric that caught the light in a way that made my breath stop.
It’s a limited edition designer dress in the exact shade of dusty rose I had once lingered over in a magazine and immediately closed because wanting things like that felt irresponsible.
I lifted it out with both hands and just stood there. It was my exact size, my perfect size.
Of course it was...
He had measured every inch of me himself, masking it as work while his hands wandered around my body. That sleek bastard, this has been his plan,this is why he’d taken my measurements.
I set the dress down and looked up, instinctively, be
