The dress was a mistake.
Too tight.
Too sheer.
Too goddamn dangerous.
But that was the point.
I stood in front of the mirror beneath the dim glow of my vanity, brushing deep red lipstick across my mouth in slow, deliberate strokes. My pulse was already high from the way Adrian had looked at me earlier when I told him we were going out tonight.
He didn’t ask where. He just said, “Wear something I’ll want to rip off you.”
So I did.
The fabric clung to every inch of my body like painted-on black silk. Low in the back. High in the slit. Sheer enough that, when I moved just right, it hinted at the outline of my thighs. I added stilettos and a thin gold chain that draped between my breasts, catching the light with every breath.
And then I waited.
Adrian walked in without knocking. He d
