Melanie laughed, her cheeks faintly tinged with pink. “God, if only my wife saw it that way. Well, come on then, let’s get you all accessorized!”
Melanie hooked her arm lightly around mine and steered me toward a display table near the fitting rooms like a stylist preparing a model backstage.
“Alright,” she said, already reaching for pieces. “If we’re doing a fashion show, we might as well do it properly.”
She began placing things into my hands one by one, and once my arms were full, I practically skipped behind the curtain again.
A minute later, I stepped back out.
The blush set was still on, but now a matching garter belt hugged my hips, delicate straps connecting to the sheer stockings that climbed up my thighs.
Melanie gasped. “Yes!”
I turned slowly.
The stockings made my legs look longer somehow, the garter straps drawing the eye down my hips.
Greyson hadn’t moved, but his posture had gone very still. His gaze moved slowly from my shoulders to the garter straps, then lower.
“Turn around,” he said quietly.
I did.
Melanie clasped her hands again.
“The fit is perfect,” she said, stepping closer to adjust one strap slightly. “See how the garter belt sits right at the natural waist? It elongates the silhouette.”
I looked over my shoulder toward Grey. “Do you like it?”
He met my eyes. “You know I do, princess. Now go try on the rest.”
Back into the dressing room.
Next piece.
This time, I came out wearing a darker crimson silk set Melanie had pulled earlier. She’d given me a gorgeous gold chain harness to try with it.
The thin chains draped across my chest and ribs, catching the light every time I moved.
“Oh wow,” Melanie breathed. “That isbeautifulon you.”
I looked down at myself, quite liking the way the gold traced along my skin. “I can probably wear just the harness on its own, too. I love it.” I spun slowly, watching the chains shimmer.
Back behind the curtain.
More lace.
More silk.
More delighted commentary from Melanie and those long, silent looks from Greyson that made my skin feel sizzling hot every time I stepped out.
A black mesh bodysuit paired with thigh garters that circled the tops of my legs.
An ivory silk camisole worn with sheer stockings and a tiny satin robe that Melanie insisted I try, draped loosely over my shoulders.
At one point, she added a narrow lace choker to a set and nearly squealed when I stepped out wearing it. “God, is there anything that doesn’t look amazing on you? How is this fair? Save some beauty for the rest of us,” she said jokingly.
Soon, the bench beside Greyson was filling with pieces we’d already tried, and the dressing room floor behind my curtain looked like a lingerie explosion.
