I stood in front of the full-length mirror for the tenth time, smoothing the black silk over my hips. The dress clung like a second skin—low back exposing the curve of my spine, thigh-high slit flashing leg with every step, neckline dipping just low enough to tease the swell of my breasts. No bra. No panties. Exactly as Mateo ordered. My nipples were already hard against the fabric, sensitive from the cool air and the constant throb of anticipation between my thighs.

I should be more than this. I knew I should respect myself more but I wouldn't. He said he’d send someone. I assumed a driver. Not… him.

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