Biting my lip, I knock on his door. Looking here and there in the hallway, I make sure no one sees me. The door pulls open, and my anxious eyes connect with Dom's. He steps aside, and I rush in, my pillow pressed tightly to my chest.
Dom locks the door behind me, and I finally let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. He looks at me from top to bottom and shakes his head in disapproval. His eyes take in my attire, and I feel my cheeks flush.
"Are you going to sleep in that?" he asks.
My palms clench the pillow tightly. To be honest, I had nothing to wear as a night suit. This maid outfit with its flimsy skirt was my only option. The clothes Dom gave me for training were drenched in sweat, hanging on a wire outside to dry for tomorrow.
"I guess," I mutter.
He walks toward his wardrobe, and the next thing I know, he's offering me a loose T-shirt and a pair of joggers. My eyes widen as I look up at him.
"I can't. It's alright," I protest.