Chapter Sixty Six

I take one final glance at myself in the full-length mirror, inhaling a deep, shaky, long breath. Filling my lungs with enough air to prevent myself from fainting as anxiety engulfs me. 

I mean, it's pretty clear that I'm not a trained exotic dancer or a runway model. 

It's taking everything inside of me not to try and escape out of the damn window. I'm willing to risk my life over this. I'm afraid I've bitten off more than I can chew and Aydem is on the other side of the door, sitting on a chair waiting for me. My poor husband's probably wondering what the hell is going on. 

I turn away from the mirror, the longer I stare at myself the more my anxiety climbs through the roof. My fingers wrap around the cold doorknob and I peer down at myself.

A red silk robe clings to my body like a second layer of skin. Beneath the robe, my body is encased in the skimpiest lingerie I swear Mercedes and Neriman could find.

My physique burns with an