Carl's voice became anxious as footsteps became louder outside the locked toilet door. “Jessica?”
"Just a moment." Hopefully he couldn't hear how out of breath I sounded.
Was it the weight of the garment that dragged me down, or was it what I was about to do? I dug my fingers into the plunging neckline and rearranged my boobs in the built-in cups. I didn't have much cleavage to work with, but I'd show it off.
I took a deep breath, seized the handle, and yanked the door open. When I walked into the room, the chiffon skirt of the garment remained silent. When Carl's deep brown eyes turned toward me, everything was dead fucking silence.
He didn't even blink. He was immobile, holding a glass of red wine in each hand. His attention was fixed on me, yet I felt it all over my body. I could feel it etching over every dazzling green bead that made up the delicate lace on the bodice, dividing into a deep V that exposed more flesh than I'd ever seen in my life.