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the box. There were no other deliveries in the lobby so that had to be it, but what could it possibly be? Shaking her head with impatience, she forced her hand to pull open the door. There was no way she’d discover what was in the box and who had sent it until she picked it up and opened it.
Walking slowly across the spotted gray linoleum, she tentatively picked up the card attached to the big bow. Sure enough, it had her name on it. Without another thought, she excitedly grabbed the box and rushed back into the elevator which was thankfully still on the bottom floor for her so it wouldn’t be as long a wait for an elevator as it usually was. Taking the package into to her apartment and kneeling in the middle of her family room floor, she untied the bow excitedly, knowing it was probably from Victor.
She quickly tossed the top aside and sifted through the tissue paper, then gasped when she revealed the treasure inside. Her fingers shook as she lifted the incredibly beautiful red silk dress out of the box. The name on the label identified it as a designer she’d never be able to afford even stepping into the store for and here she was, holding the most incredible dress she’d ever seen.
Holding it in front of her, she saw the low cut front and non-existent back and instantly, her body reacted with excitement. She could feel her body heating, her legs trembling at the thought of Victor seeing her wearing something like this. Could she wear such a seductive dress? She’d say that her nightgowns covered more of her than this dress, but her billowing flannel and cotton nightgowns covered more than her day clothes so it wasn’t saying much.
She immediately pulled off her old shirt and slid the incredible dress on over her stretch pants. Spinning around and surveying her image in the mirror, she noticed that the waistband of her leggings peeked through the back. Pulling them off, she looked at her back and was stunned.
The bodice of the satin dress hugged her breasts, showing more cleavage than her bra. It smoothed over her flat stomach and hugged her hips, the back dipping lower than normal so that the top curve of her bottom was revealed.
She loved it! It was sexy and daring and more than she’d ever thought about wearing. Or less, she giggled to the mirror. It was only dinner at Victor’s penthouse so who would know? Looking in the box, she saw the red strappy shoes and her eyes widened when she noticed the small, red silk thong underwear. Her fingers shook as she pulled it on, instantly feeling naughty.
When the doorbell rang that evening, she’d already showered, curled her hair and pulled the sides up with small sparkly clips. She wore more makeup than usual, highlighting her eyes with brown eye liner and wearing red lipstick that perfectly matched the dress.
“Good evening, Miss,” Jimmy said, tipping his hat graciously. “Are you ready?”
Taking a deep breath, she smiled and nodded, holding her jacket closed. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” She wasn’t surprised that Jimmy was there instead of Victor. Usually Victor picked her up at the door but occasionally, he had a late running meeting that kept him busy. He always was driving up at his building at the same time Jimmy dropped her off so she didn’t care, although tonight she would have loved the experience of seeing Victor’s eyes light up when he saw her in the dress he’d sent.
She was sitting in the back, her hands nervously fluttering over the soft leather seat when she noticed that they weren’t heading toward Victor’s building. Lana couldn’t believe her eyes when the limousine stopped in front of a strange building. “Jimmy? Where are we?”
Jimmy was just about to reply when Victor strolled out of the building, talking with several other men. He winked at her in the car but continued talking for a moment. When the men moved off, he walked over to the car and bent down. “Are you coming inside?” he asked, his eyes raking over her figure but all he could see was the bottom of her dress since her coat covered the top part.
She swallowed painfully, pulling the edges of her trench coat more tightly about her figure. “Inside?” she squeaked.
Victor’s smile turned mischievous. “Yes. For dinner. We’re dining out tonight.”
Lana couldn’t believe her ears. “We’re not eating at your