“Calix, I feel ridiculous, don’t make me wear this.” An hour later I was locked away in my dressing room, my arms crossed over my chest in an attempt to cover all the skin that was exposed on my collarbone as I begged Calix for mercy.
“Stop being p***y!” I hear him taunting. I shook my head, but his words got me out of the dressing room. He always had such a fool-proof way of pissing me off just enough to get me off my ass.
He was sitting on one of the leather couches in a small waiting area in the middle of the dressing room area, one leg crossed over his knee as he judged outfit after outfit.
He had put me in just about everything, from slacks, to skirts, pantsuits and gowns. And now this ridiculous thing he dared call a dress.
I walked a bit awkwardly, teetering in the heels he’
