Dori, with his dark hair brushing his shoulders, sharp blue eyes, and tattoos, wearing that slightly smug expression like he knew something the rest of us didn’t.
He was built leaner than me, but still strong. Not soft by any means.
And yeah.
A corset would probably look insane on him.
I’d shaken that thought out of my head immediately.
Nope.
Bad thought.
Very bad thought.
Except now, a month later, I was staring at my laptop with a website for male corsets open in front of me. Specifically, the one that the sexy corset guy had been promoting in his posts.
So clearly the thought hadn’t gone anywhere.
If anything, it had gotten worse.
The models on the page rotated slowly in glossy product videos.
My mouse hovered over one. Theperfectone.
The description said that it was a corset vest with a deep V-neckline, made of dark purple damask fabric with black metal boning.
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my face. “What am I doing?” I muttered.
Because this wasn’t normal boyfriend behavior.
Right?
Normal boyfriends bought their partners hoodies and shit.
Not… waist-cinching sexy-as-fuck corsets.
I groaned and dropped my forehead against the desk. “Why am I like this?”
The laptop screen continued staring back at me like it had opinions.
And unfortunately, the opinion seemed to be:Buy the corset, Josh.
“No,” I said firmly, lifting my head and pointing at the screen like it had personally offended me. “Absolutely not.”
First of all, it was expensive.
Like…reallyexpensive.
I scrolled back up to double-check the price, hoping maybe I’d hallucinated it the first time.
Nope.
Still there.
Still painful.
“Yeah, okay,” I muttered. “That’s reason number one.”
