Chapter 002----ALEX VAUGHN----GABBIEThe towel clung to my skin as I stared at my open closet, water still dripping onto the floor. Rows of costumes hung like silent witnesses to this stupid job. lace, leather, sequins, straps, velvet. Pieces designed to turn women into fantasies, or weapons, depending on the night.My fingers brushed a red bikini set when my mind replayed Dante’s words again... “He doesn’t care what you wear.”That alone was strange because men always cared what I wore. They had fantasies... nurse, schoolgirl, angel, slut, kitten. Costumes fed their delusions.But he didn’t care? was he trying to be polite?Or trying to hide something?A knot formed low in my stomach. I hated that I was thinking about him at all. Hated that curiosity had settled heavier than it should.“Fine,” I muttered to myself. “Let’s see what kind of man you are.”I pulled out a black bodysuit, not skimpy, not flashy. Revealing neckline, no sleeves, and only a slit of skin at the waist. Conse
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