InvitingTheDevil by Gabriella Bradley Read Free Book Online

was flitting about and so were several seamstresses.
    “Here are your clothes, Danea. You’ll start with this one.” He handed me a light blue winter dress and hung the others on a rack. “Hurry up and put it on so the seamstress can make last minute adjustments.”
    The dress wasn’t one of my designs. I’d really hoped to see some of mine, but I guess it was too early for that. I slipped the dress on, its soft cashmere a caress on my skin. It fit me perfectly, as if it were made just for me. Maybe it had been. It was really a very simple dress, long fitted sleeves, a scoop neckline that stopped in soft folds at just the right spot on my breasts, the skirt reached about six inches above my knees. The back was the eye catcher. Braided silk crisscrossed my back from side to side. Back? There was virtually no back until just below the top of my bum crack. Sexy? Hell yeah. Wear it in public? Hell no.
    A seamstress approached and asked me to step onto a small stool. I could hardly believe that she pinned, tucked, and pinned some more. Mirrors surrounded me so I could see myself from every angle. She hadn’t touched the back.
    “Eh, the back is a tad low,” I suggested. “You can see part of my butt.”
    “It’s perfect and just the way Kalem wants it. He designed this dress especially for you.”
    “Really? I’m not sure I want to wear it if you can’t hide my butt.”
    “I wouldn’t argue with the boss, dear, if you want to last in this game.”
    “Mm, it isn’t too bad I suppose.”
    “A G-string bikini shows a lot more butt. This is nothing. Take it off, please.”
    Carefully, I wriggled out of the dress so the pins wouldn’t scratch me. I quickly donned the silk robe and waited for Sheldon to tell me which one to try on next. I glanced at the other models who paraded around shamelessly in just their G-string panties. They weren’t bothered that Sheldon was there. There was a lot I had to get used to. He eventually came to me.
    “This one is next, darling. I must say that blue dress looked heavenly on you. Sexy as hell. Drop the robe, hon. I’ll help you get into this one.”
    A jolt shot through me. Sheldon was gay, but the idea of standing naked in front of him, turned me on. Weird. Even if he weren’t gay, he wasn’t my type so why was I hot and bothered suddenly?
    “Oh, darling, your panties won’t do at all for this dress. You need to wear a G-string.”
    “Oh. I didn’t know.”
    “Always, always wear G-string panties for a show. I’ll get you some.”
    He hurried away. While he was gone, I scrutinized the other models. I felt fat. They all seemed incredibly skinny. Do they eat at all?
    “Hurry up, darling. We don’t have all day. Take your panties off,” Sheldon muttered.
    “Where can I change?”
    “Where? Right here. No room for shame in this business.”
    I quickly slipped my panties down and stepped out of them. His gaze never traveled to my exposed cleft. It didn’t interest him, but it still made me feel very uncomfortable. Just as quickly, I stepped into the tiny thong and pulled it up.
    “That’s better. Now the dress.”
    It was full length and black. Made from a lacy material and adorned with shimmering embroidered vines—it was quite exotic. It was also very sheer. Again, the sleeves were long and fitted. A slave collar studded with rhinestones graced my neck its rhinestone D-ring hanging just below the hollow between my collarbones. The dress opened from there exposing a lot of skin right down to my pubes. The dress clung to me as if magnetized. Matching black high heels studded with rhinestones complemented the dress.
    Sheldon helped me up on the stool then stepped back. “Stunning. You’re going to wow the audience in this dress, darling.”
    The same seamstress approached me. She adjusted the dress here and there but didn’t pin anything. “It’s perfect,” she said. “No alterations for this one.”
    I looked at my reflection in all the mirrors. My heart