The wine streamed down from Abigail's chest, slipping beneath the neckline of her dress and soaking into the warm youthfulness hidden there. In an instant, the fabric clung damply to her skin.
The thin, pale-pink dress molded itself to her figure once more, outlining far too much.
"What-"
Letting out a startled cry, Abigail wrapped her arms tightly over her chest, staring wide-eyed at Boss Silas in utter disbelief.
What... what exactly was happening?
Wasn't this man always the picture of modesty on normal days?
How could something like this occur?
Abigail felt as though her mind had just been blasted apart. She couldn't process it at all.
But the warning she had heard moments earlier made her afraid to question anything.
"Abigail, how could you be so careless? I'll go find Aunt Ly
