I didn’t even feel dressed.
I felt marked.
Tasha stood back.
“Jesus,” she whispered. “You look like a virgin sacrifice.”
I couldn’t speak.
She grabbed the heels. Silver. Shiny. High as hell.
“Step in.”
I did.
She crouched and strapped them around my ankles, her fingers brushing my calves like she was handling a porcelain doll.
Then she stood and grabbed a gloss tube.
It was a pink, we all t and glittering gloss.
She twisted it open and leaned in, dragging the wand across my bottom lip.
“Lick your lips.”
I did.
She stared at me in the mirror.
“You’re a f*****g wet dream.”
I looked.
And she was right.
The dress showed everything.
My n*****s. My belly. My thighs. The faint streak of arousal still clinging to my skin.
My legs trembled.
My chest ached.
I looked like I’d b
