Elegant Sins - Stasia Black Page 0,18

box. My breath caught. I’d never held anything so luxurious or beautiful in my entire life.

It was a dress for a princess. Like some Disney shit but in real life.

My hands shook as I held the gown up to myself. I couldn’t be sure, but it looked like it was a perfect fit. Not a sample size, but the size of an actual human woman with hips and a bust.

How did they know my size?

I glanced back down in the box and my eyes opened wider. It wasn’t just the dress. There were also underthings inside.

I looked around for somewhere to put the dress down, but nowhere in my dingy trailer seemed clean enough.

Finally, I took it to my bedroom, pulled back the comforter, and laid it down on the sheets. I’d just put new ones on, wanting to exorcise Kyle from the place. It was the cleanest spot in the house.

With one lingering glance at the dress, I scurried back to the box and bent over it again.

I swallowed hard and slowly reached down inside. The dress had been a dainty, pale blue.

But the underthings? They were siren red.

First, I picked up the bra. It was a fairly standard push-up balcony bra. It would make my tits look great. But then there was also a freaking corset. An actual corset.

I frowned and picked up a few stringy bits left at the bottom. What on earth…

I dropped it immediately again when I realized it was the itsy bitsiest thong I’d ever seen in my life. And were those… stockings and a garter belt?

I breathed out long and low.

Holy shit. If this was all… real… then I was in way over my head.

Wasn’t I?

Because the dress might be Cinderella, but all this stuff was much more in line with Anne Rice’s dirty version of Sleeping Beauty. Yes, I read the books. Yes, they were hot as hell.

But I’d only had sex with a few boys. High school boyfriends and then Kyle. And while occasionally Kyle liked it doggie style, most of my experience was pretty vanilla. One high school boyfriend was addicted to porn and had a difficult time staying hard for me—an actual live girl—so we did it a few times, but he preferred blow jobs. Kyle usually just climbed on top and hammered away until he finished, got tired, or passed out. I got off sometimes, though more in the beginning than any time in the last year.

I backed away from the box.

This was all moving really fast.

Delilah had mentioned anal. My hand moved to my butt and I flinched.

This was all ridiculous anyway. I tried to laugh it off. It wasn’t real. Then I wandered back to my bedroom and stared down at the dress that had to be worth more than two months of my salary. Maybe three.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, biting my bottom lip. Then I grabbed for my phone and dialed Delilah.

“Of course it’s real.” Delilah rolled her eyes at me an hour later, pushing past me into my trailer. “Duh. Oh my God, let me see the dress.”

I swiped the cup of coffee out of her hand. “No coffee near the dress. It’s in the back bedroom. Wash your hands if you’re going to touch it!”

But she was already off like a shot. The next second, all I heard was a girly scream. “Oh my God! It’s an Aristides de la Fiallo dress! Do you know how much these things cost? Have you tried it on?”

I hurried back to her side. “No, I haven’t tried it on. Of course I haven’t tried it on.”

Delilah looked at me like I was crazy. “Why not? How much time do you have before the ball?”

“The ball starts at 7:30 and I have to be there three hours before, so I have to be ready at 4:30.”

Delilah gasped. “Why didn’t you say so? We barely have any time!”

I arched an eyebrow. “What are you talking about? It’s not even noon. I was thinking maybe we could go out to Mama’s Waffle House and talk through my options. I’m still not sure if this is something I want to—”

But Delilah just started laughing. “Don’t be silly. You already took the dress. You already decided.”

“What are you talking about? Jeeves said it was my choice.”

“Who’s Jeeves?”

I waved a hand. “It’s just what I call the tuxedo guy with the invitation.”

“Anyway,” she continued like I hadn’t said anything, “it was your choice. But then you accepted the box. So, I’m sure