I stood there staring at the closet like it was my worst enemy. Thirty sets of nightdresses.
Thirty! And not one of them looked even remotely innocent. Every single one screamed seduction — lace here, silk there, straps thinner than my patience. I sighed and threw my hands up in defeat.
There was no way I was wearing any of that tonight. If I had to choose between those nightdresses and my old worn-out sleep shorts with my favorite singlet, I'd take my comfy home clothes any day.
I rummaged through my side of the walk-in closet again, hoping by some miracle I'd find something normal to wear. After digging around for a bit, I spotted a black T-shirt tucked in among the clothes that madam coi got for me.
It looked oddly out of place — too big and too simple. Still, I pulled it out, and the moment I touched it, I fell in love. The fabric was soft, smooth, and it smelled faintly clean.
