“I’m not comfortable wearing something like this.”
Grabbing my arm, he pulled me against him.
A shiver ran through me as he brought his face closer, his warm breath fanning across my cheeks.
“Noah, please,” I whispered fearfully. “Not here.”
“Stop disobeying me. Go, try it on.” Loosening his hold, he gave me a light push.
Swallowing a retort, I walked toward the changing room in the corner.
Closing the door, I took off my jeans, hoodie, the t-shirt underneath, and even my bra. The off-shoulder dress wouldn’t allow one.
Cringing internally, I stepped into the dress and pulled it over my body. A soft moan escaped me as the silky soft material glided smoothly over my skin. Securing the straps on the back of my neck, I checked my reflection in the mirror.
My boobs were pushed together to form an ample cleavage over the scandalously low neckline. The dress wrapped over every curve of my body, leaving nothing to the imagination. Even the outline of my panties was visible through the fabric.
“Darn this!” I cursed and bent down to take off my panties too.
Turning around, I saw that my entire back was on display.
My cheeks heated. I felt naked with the dress on. At the same time, the silky, soft material against my skin gave a luxurious feel. Still, there was no way I was ever wearing this to a party.
A knock sounded on the door.
“Need some help?” Noah’s voice sounded from the other side.
“The dress doesn’t look good on me.”
“Let me see. Open the door,” he said in a commanding tone.
“You don’t have to see,” I said at once. “It’s horrible on me.”
“Milla,” My name was a warning hiss on his lips. “Open this door or I’ll break it down.”
I hated him for pushing me around so much. Opening the door, I stood at the threshold.
Three pairs of eyes raked me from head to foot.
“Wow!” Corey breathed while Caleb whistled loudly.
I looked over at Noah who watched me with a darkened gaze, his eyes hungrily settled over my cleavage.
“It doesn’t suit me, right?” I mumbled, looking down at my toes.
“Get it off,” said Noah. “I’ll ask them to pack it for us.”
“What? No way!”
“Why are you wasting your breath, darling?” Corey said with a smug grin. “Get back inside and try on the other dresses.” Turning around, he called. “Come on, ladies. Bring everything here.”
I watched helplessly as their assistants came in with clothes, shoes, and bags. One of the assistants walked into the spacious changing room with me.
“Please, let me help you,” she nearly begged. “I need the commission to buy my boyfriend a new guitar. Please, pretty please?”
I looked closely and read her name tag.
“Fine, Alisha,” I said. “Just make sure you turn around while I’m getting my dress off.”