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I’ I step into the stiff, scratchy dress and stand there while Callu a corset I have to suck in ain Which ret all that popcorn I ate

“Where did you hide my underwear?” I demand

I feel Calluers pause at the top of the zipper

“You don’t need any underwear,” he says

That fucker He’s getting off on this! I knew it!

Sure enough, when I turn around there’s a hungry look on his face, like he wants to rip the dress right offany panties underneath

I’m so infuriated I could scream Especially once he holds up the shoes he expects me to wear

“How aet those on?” I shout “I can’t sit down in this fucking straightjacket”

Callum rolls his eyes

Then he does so that surprises me

He gets down on his knee in front ofmy hand on his shoulder for balance He lifts my foot and slides the stiletto onto it, like he’s Prince Charentle as his fingers touch the arch of my foot He buckles the strap, then puts the other shoe on my opposite foot

When he stands up again, we’re close to each other, so much that I have to tilt my head to look up at him

“There,” he says gruffly “I’ll send Marta up to help you get ready”

Marta is a catch-all personal assistant to the faood with hair and et ready for events Ioes to a salon

“Whatever,” I say