This is the devil’s bargain I’ve been waiting for.
I walk to the bed and tug down the zipper.
The red fabric spills out like blood. It’s every bad choice I’ve ever made, rolled into one gorgeous, terrifying package.
I wriggle out of my sweats. But when they’re halfway down my legs, I pause and frown. There’s a smaller box tucked inside the garment bag. I pull it out and flip open the lid.
Inside, I find the lingerie from the boutique. All of it—the vanishing thong, the gravity-defying bra, the garter thingamajig, David’s slingshot, the whole NASA-engineered collection. Säsha must have packed it up and sent it along with the dress, even though I told her I didn’t need it.
I stare at the contents for a full minute. It feels like a crossroads of sorts.
Lukas chose these. Or at least, he
