Carl's voice became anxious as footsteps became louder outside the locked toilet door. “Jessica?”

"Just a moment." Hopefully he couldn't hear how out of breath I sounded.

Was it the weight of the garment that dragged me down, or was it what I was about to do? I dug my fingers into the plunging neckline and rearranged my boobs in the built-in cups. I didn't have much cleavage to work with, but I'd show it off.

I took a deep breath, seized the handle, and yanked the door open. When I walked into the room, the chiffon skirt of the garment remained silent. When Carl's deep brown eyes turned toward...