Theory Silk Blouse Novels & Stories

Since the silk dress required a very smooth foundation, I remained in my simple underwear and carefully lifted the heavy blue gown off the wooden hanger. I stepped into the long skirt and pulled the cool silk fabric up over my hips and my torso. I slipped my arms through the delicate armholes and adjusted the high neckline so it rested comfortably against my collarbones. The dress fit my body perfectly. The silk draped over my curves without feeling too tight or restrictive, and the dark blue color made my pale skin look healthy and glowing.

Just orders. I unzip the garment bag slowly. The dress inside is black,of course,but it isn’t plain. It’s silk, cut to drape like water and cling like a secret. Strapless, with a plunging neckline and a slit that runs up the thigh with no shame. Dangerous, elegant, expensive. Like something a queen would wear to a funeral. I smirk. I’ve worn blood before. Silk is easy. By nine, I’m ready.

When did she ever start calling me sis, I wonder what she might be planning or trying to make me look small. I make my way over, keeping my chin high, even though my nerves are begging me to retreat. As soon as I arrive, one of the girls clutches my arm with wide eyes. “Wait!! wow! Is that the new Minlu collection? The one not even on sale yet?” Another girl runs her fingers down the sleeve of my dress. “The texture is fire. Is this real silk? It looks insanely expensive.”

Will smiled, amused at the situation and as I passed him, I brushed my hand lightly against his and walked into the closet, looking at the clothes he had sorted. A white lace bra, very thin, as well as a white silk blouse, which, depending on how the light hits it, would be completely transparent. I put them both on and realized that the blouse fit perfectly, neither too loose, nor too tight, but if I arched my back the clips would certainly show. It had a soft neckline and let me see the chain I was wearing. It was silver with some gold details and looked like a piece of jewelry.

"We will take this one. I want five more of these trousers in different colors. Black, navy, charcoal, camel. I want heavy silk blouses. High collars. No sheer panels. No slits. Buy out the collection." "Of course, sir. We will have the rest delivered tomorrow morning." "Good. Leave us." I heard shuffling, the squeak of rolling racks, the click of the office door closing. We were alone. Silas didn't let go of my collar, his thumb still stroking the cashmere. The choker underneath. "You're out of your mind," I whispered. My voice shaking. "You're spending hundreds of thousands of dollars just to cover my knees." "I told you," he said. "I don't share."

Either way, I didn’t want to try on any others. The details on it are exquisite. It has long sleeves with silk buttons from my elbow to my wrist. The neckline leaves a lot to the imagination. It cuts right under my collarbones in a straight line, but it fits so perfectly that the curves of my breasts is still visible through the ivory silk fabric.

Neat, precise letters were scrawled across it. Avery picked up the note while unfolding the cloth, reading the words under her breath, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Put this on when you’re done bathing.” Her fingers brushed over the smooth silk of the blouse, the texture cool and soft against her skin as she slid it on. The fabric was a crisp lining layered with a silk blouse paired with a pair of tailored trousers in a soft taupe shade. It also had a matching silk robe. Avery draped the robe loosely over her arms. The outfit was perfect. Not just beautiful but precise and undeniably thoughtful.

He looked up, his gaze darkening instantly as his eyes tracked the damp line of my hair down to the swell of my chest above the towel. I walked over to the walk-in closet, sliding the midnight-blue dress from its hanger. The fabric was a masterpiece of my own creation—a heavy, luxurious silk crepe that draped asymmetrically across the collarbone, featuring a high, geometric slit along the left thigh that exposed a daring amount of skin with every movement. It was structured, elegant, and entirely unyielding.

He claimed that if the West Coast treasury was funding this alliance, he demanded the right of final inspection. "Alright," Sierra says, her eyes narrowed as she circles me. She holds up a beaded gown of moon-spun silk that shushes against the floor with every movement—a masterpiece of structured elegance. "That one?" She nods toward the beaded silk, "Or this?" She gestures to the Caroline Herrera—a dangerously romantic piece that cinches my waist with a bone-tight bodice. The off-shoulder sleeves transition into a sea of flowing charmeuse, trailing behind me in a five-foot wake of shimmering fabric.

I wore a simple blue satin blouse paired with a short black leather skirt. "You weren't actually invited, were you?" he asked as he walked closer, until he was barely an inch away. My throat tightened with anxiety, worried he might reveal our uninvited presence, even though I had no clue that he was. "Do i know you? And do you even have a clue who you're talking to?" I inquired, furrowing my brows and making an effort to keep my composure, so as not to give myself away. For a few minutes, silence hung in the air between us, and he continued to smile, his eyes exploring me as if attempting to undress me with his gaze.