I left the underwear at home.

By the third session the elevator ride already felt familiar. My body reacted to the warehouse before the doors even opened—pulse climbing, skin too warm under the simple dress I had chosen because it came off easily. When the doors parted Julian was waiting in the same rolled sleeves, camera hanging from one hand, eyes already dark with intent.

“Lock it.”

I locked the door. He didn’t waste time with conversation. He set the camera down, walked to me, and pulled the dress over my head in one motion. I was bare underneath. Julian’s gaze moved over my body slowly, lingering on my breasts,...