“Are you going to wear heels with this?” I ask, biting my lip as I continue. Lena introduced Cassidy as Mrs. Tremaine, which means she isn’t using her pseudonym here.
“No, I try not to torture my feet unless absolutely necessary,” Cassidy says airily. She’s a psychotic southern belle, which is the best way for me to describe her. “This is a dress I plan to wear with low heeled boots and sandals.”
Nodding, I continue to place pins where I need to, my fingers brushing against her skin occasionally. This is the perfect date night or day dress. It easily goes either way.
“Okay,” I murmur, stepping back. “I think I’m done.”
Cassidy turns to face the mirrors, the little step she’s on directly in front of them to offer the best view.
“Oh, I like what you did with the sides,” she says. “It’s fitted close to the body down to the waist before flaring out.”
“Does it change the style too much?” Lena asks, gazing at Cassidy.
I feel really nervous as I wait, wondering if I just fucked up.
“I don’t think so,” a woman with red hair says, stepping into the dressing room.
“Cordelia!” Cassidy says with a warm smile. “This dress is beautiful. Thank you for holding one for me.”
“It’s very you,” Cordelia says warmly, her eyes moving to me. “You have a really good eye…”
“Winter,” I reply softly.
“Nice to meet you,” she says. “The dress accentuates Mrs. Tremaine’s best assets, which is what you want, despite being different from my original plan for it. Am I also meeting our new alterations consultant?”
I refuse to tell her no one should consult with me for anything, so I simply nod.
“Thank goodness. We’ve been drowning here,” Cordelia says gratefully. “Mrs. Tremaine seems to be happy?”
“Very happy,” Cassidy croons, making me squeeze my thighs together at her tone.
She’s killing me here!
“Can you start in two days?” Cordelia asks.
“I can!” I say brightly, ignoring Cassidy.
“Great, I’ll let you help Mrs. Tremaine out of the dress and I’ll see you then.”
Cordelia and Lena both leave me in the dressing room with my devious alpha, who is now watching me through the mirror like she wants to eat me.
“You’re so bad,” I breathe, moving to take her hand as she steps down.
“I am,” she agrees, allowing me to slip the dress down to keep her from getting hurt by the pins. “I’m a very bad girl. Want to punish me?”
“I mean, what do you have in mind?” I ask boldly, hanging up the dress.
She’s wearing a strapless bra and a barely there thong that makes my mouth water as I stare at her. My heart beats faster as my pussy clamps on nothing. A tiny whimper escapes my lips, and she smiles as she pushes me into the dressing room.
“I want you to ride my face until you come, of course. You look like you’re in pain, Lovey.”
Yep, she’s definitely going to kill me.
Chapter
Twenty-One
CASSIDY
