Alexis.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, blinking.
F!cking hell, it still fits.
Barely.
The red dress clung to me like a second skin—tight in all the sinful places, hugging my b00bs like it had something to prove and riding up my thighs like it was trying to get itself banned in multiple countries. The fabric was almost see-through—just one tilt of the light, and boom. My secrets were on full display.
Not for long, though. Not unless a certain someone earned it.
I ran my fingers down the front, exhaling slowly. Okay, maybe I looked too good. Like, send-a-man-into-cardiac-arrest good. And that was exactly the plan.
My phone lit up with a FaceTime call from Sierra. I answered, and the second her face appeared, my jaw dropped.
“Damn, babe,” I said, grinning wide. “You look lik
