CHAPTER 12
I stared at the slim box resting on the table. There was no way an entire outfit could be in there, and I was scared to remove the lid and see what was inside.
Trembling, my hand crept forward. I’d come this far. How bad could it be?
The pile of white lace was more fabric than I had expected to find inside, but it was clear without needing to touch it that it was lingerie. I pulled out the folded bra, a matching satin thong with lace along the trim, and the stockings resting beneath them inside the box.
Swallowing hard, I told myself it didn’t show much more than people would see if I was wearing a bikini, besides half my bottom, and it was more than what I could have been walking on stage in.
It didn’t help.
The implication was there, reminding me what I was selling. Even
