(Tara's POV)
I felt like I was going to have a heart attack as I stared at the red, lacy thong I hooked on my pencil.
“What’s this?” My heart was pounding as I looked at other things in the luggage. I could hear Blake laughing, and I wanted to punch him now for making fun of me.
“You don’t have to wear them, Tara, if you don’t like them.” He said, walking away from me. “I’ll be in the cockpit. Just find decent clothes to wear, for sure she included one, then decide if you wanted to go home right away,”
Blake walked out of the saloon, leaving me looking at the contents of the luggage. The veins in my head were throbbing as I searched for something less seductive. I heaved a sigh as I chose the white summer dress and sniffed, preventing myself from crying, as I took the pair of cream-colored underwear. I took my pouch, which contained
