Ava's POV

The fitting room curtain was so thin it barely qualified as a barrier. One strong tug or an accidental brush and the entire store could see what was going on inside. That knowledge sent a dark, delicious thrill racing through me as I stood in front of the full-length mirror wearing nothing but an expensive black lace lingerie set I had no intention of buying.

I had come to this upscale boutique on a whim, telling myself I just wanted to try something luxurious but the moment the tall, sharply dressed salesman named Julian locked eyes with me in the main showroom, I knew this visit would become...