JANE POV
What Alison showed me was to die for. Silk, satin, glitter, plunging necklines, high slits. Dresses that whispered sin and screamed money. I tried on so many I lost count. Mirrors reflected a goddess back at me in every one. I was in heaven. After hours of fussing and sipping champagne Alison had brought out to butter me up, I finally made my pick—a shimmering blood-red dress that hugged my curves like it was custom made for me. If any man saw me in that tonight, he wouldn’t just get hard—he’d drop dead.
Alison packaged my clothes up in the boutique’s exclusive gold-trimmed boxes. She even sent one of the girls to grab me my favorite caramel latte from the café downstairs, desperate to keep me in a good mood.
I was sipping my coffee, one hand holding the shopping bag with my n
