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I run into my bedroom and dig through my drawer for one of the four lacy thongs that I own. I find the white one first and swap it for my briefs.

“Happy?” I strut back out to the living room with a dramatic flair, swaying my hips and raising an arm in the air for her.

“Delighted.” She smirks. “Now get that sexy ass over here.”

Hannah helps me step into the gown and zips up the side, mindful not to catch any of my flesh in the process. I hold her hand as I carefully step into my heels—they are the same ones I wore to the Kelton event, but this time I’ve taken the precaution of lining my feet with Band-Aids beforehand.

Hannah lets out a squeal, pressing her hands into a prayer in front of her lips, grinning from ear to ear. “You look so hot.”

I give her a twirl, letting the material swish around my legs. The dress makes me feel like Anastasia, just a little bit like I could be royalty.

The buzzer to our apartment goes off. Hannah scurries over, pressing the button.

“Hello, hello.”

“Hey, it’s Cullen.” His comforting voice crackles through the shoddy intercom.

“Come on up!”

Hannah buzzes him in and then quickly disappears and reappears from her bedroom, a small bottle of perfume in one hand and a packet of mints and a lip gloss in the other. She doesn’t wait for my approval before giving me a few spritzes of the jasmine scent.

“Put this in your purse for when you need to reapply and then take these, just in case.” She hands the lip gloss and mints over and then pops back into her bedroom. Her head sticks out a moment later. “Do you need any condoms?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“Where do you think I’m going to bang him? The table in the middle of the room?”

She shrugs. “Exhibitionism is a popular kink among the rich folk. One of Caleb’s artists is known to get a lil freaky in public with her boyfriend.”

“Hannah.”

“What? There’s no shame. Haven’t you ever been curious about the thrill of getting caught?”

My memories wash back to the night of the ballet when Cullen had me pushed up against the wall of the opera box, fingers curling into my pussy as the orchestra rang around us.

Something must show on my face because it sets off Hannah’s senses and she comes rushing up to me, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

“Stop. Did you do something and never tell me?”

“What? No.”

“Vee.”

“It was nothing.”

“Doesn’t sound like—”

There’s a loud knocking at our door, my boyfriend saving me from the scrutiny of my roommate.

“Well, gotta go.” I shove the lip gloss and mints into my clutch before snagging my phone from where it’s charging next to the toaster. “Love you lots. Stay safe, okay?”

“Uh-huh. Love you, too. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“That’s not saying much.”

“I know.”