Chapter 5
The Dinner
SIENNA
The dress he laid out for me wasn't modest.
It was absolutely sinful.
Red satin, clinging to every curve like it had been molded to my body. The neckline plunged to where my breasts begged for attention, the hem barely brushing my thighs. No straps. No bra.
And nothing underneath.
Except the collar.
Still there. Still snug.
Still his.
When I came out of the bathroom, he was waiting by the door in a dark shirt, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, one hand tucked in his pocket like he hadn't just wrecked me over that padded bench last night.
But his eyes told the truth.
They dragged down my body slowly, his lips parting just slightly at the sight of me.
"You're beautiful," he said.
I swallowed. "This dress is-"
"Exactly what I want you to wear."
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