Mia’s POV
I was shaking all day.
The black dress Voss had specified hung in my closet like a threat. Short. Tight. Thin silk that clung to every curve. I put it on at six thirty in the bathroom at the office. No bra. No panties. The fabric whispered against my n*****s with every breath. The hem barely reached mid thigh. Every step made the lining brush my bare cunt. I felt exposed before I even left the building. A breeze from the elevator vent slipped up my skirt and made me clench. Wetness was already sliding down my inner thighs by the time I reached the lobby. I pressed my legs together in the cab ride over. Tried to breathe normally. Failed.
Le Bernardin was packed. White tablecloths. Crystal glasses. Waiters in black moving like shadows. Voss waited at the corner booth. Dark sui
