Once Alex closed the door behind him I had an idea. No I was not mad at him but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have a little fun of my own with him. Instead of wasting the time fully changing. I grabbed one of my more form fitting zip up sweaters from my closet. Zipping it up to just below my breast. That way it looked like my sports bra was just another tank top. Fixing my hair so that the ends came down framing my breast. Satisfied with how I looked I went to the door. Just like I thought Alex was leaning against the wall across from my door. As soon as he took in my appearance his eyes got darker. Telling me that my plan was already working. Walking past him I moved towards the stairs. Alex hot on my heels whispered in my ear as a few older women pasted. “You are trying to get someone kill
