Gabrielle's POV
Charlie’s dark, calculating eyes were locked entirely on my midsection. The silence in the massive mahogany library was absolute and deafening.
"Your uniform," Charlie murmured, his deep voice vibrating with dangerous curiosity. "It looks... incredibly uncomfortable, Gaby. It is too tight."
My heart slammed against my ribs with the force of a physical blow. The absolute worst-case scenario was unfolding directly in front of me. I instinctively crossed my arms over my stomach, stepping sideways to break free from the suffocating cage of his tall frame and the heavy wooden desk.
"It is the industrial laundry, Mr. Windsor," I lied, my voice shaking just enough to sound thoroughly intimidated. "The staff uniforms are made of cheap cotton. The hot water in the machines shr
