One thing at a time.Apologize once more and get out of here.
"I'm so, so, so, so sorry.I'll just get my clothes then I’ll be out of your way."
Except it's at that moment when I realize they have my clothes.
Garrison has my dress.My bra dangles from Jasper's fingers, and my panties are resting on Layton's thigh.
All right then.
As clumsy as ever, I kind of hop, kind of walk toward Layton.Somehow in my haste to cover up, I've tangled myself up in the sheet, and I don't have the time to untangle myself right now.Also, I don't want to subject them to even a tiny glimpse of my nakedness.They’ve been through enough.
"Thank you," I say, smiling humbly at Layton as I reach out for my panties.But then he puts his index finger over the fabric, which makes me pull a little harder, and then a lot harder, and then I give up.
"Okay," I say, still smiling.Maybe he has a fetish.I don't judge.He can keep them.It's the least I can do to repay them.
I move onto my bra.And Jasper doesn't let go no matter how much I tug.I'm already breathless and I've probably stretched the thing to double its size.Fine.Layton likes panties.Jasper likes bras.
Surely Garrison will just hand over my dress.But I try a different tactic.
"Mr.White, please may I have my dress back?So that I can stop being a nuisance and leave your apartment so thatyoucan get on with whatever you do," I finish off lamely.
"You're not a nuisance at all, Ms.Hagen," Garrison says, and my gosh, his voice, smooth as silk with just the right amount of husky roughness, sends my heart into orbit and my nipples on a mission to see how hard they can get to pierce through the sheet.
I open my mouth to speak, then I close it again.
Is he going to give me my dress back or not?
Chapter Five
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Alessia
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"Please, may I havemy dress back?"I say, forcing myself to be clear, but it's hard with my lip trembling.
