Enamored by Shoshanna Evers Page A

She had a large undergarment in her arms and some strapless bras that had definitely not been on the walls in the store.
    Oh. Fuck. “One more request,” Lauren said, feeling her face flush. “I won’t be wearing underwear, so the Spanx might not work.”
    Charlotte’s cheeks reddened. “Let’s try this with just the bra, then, and this piece that will fit under your breasts, over your stomach and hips, but leave your . . . um, private areas unrestrained.”
    Okay then. Lauren put on the undergarments, surprised to see the tight spandex material worked almost as well as a corset at tightening and smoothing her waistline.
    “Go on, let’s try on the dress,” Charlotte encouraged. No doubt she wanted the sale, since something told Lauren the dress was going to cost upwards of four figures, maybe five. And she’d be buying two of them.
    Lauren stepped into the long, flowing dress, and heard a seam rip. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry,” she said. Did Marc have any idea how humiliating this would be for her? Was that why he wanted her to do it?
    No. Marc wasn’t like that.
    He just wanted her to look pretty but in something different from what she’d have chosen herself. If she’d been going to the wedding on her own, she’d be wearing something long but black (or red—he knew her so well), with a deep neckline and a halter top. Something that she could buy off the rack in her own size, with other women shopping around her. And the dress would cost a hundred, not a few (or more?) thousand dollars.
    “Don’t worry, honey, happens all the time. It’s just a seam, easily fixable.” Charlotte smiled and helped her pull the dress up and over her shoulder. The entire back of the dress was open, so Charlotte stood behind her at the full-length mirror and held the back of the dress against her skin with her cool hands.
    And—from the front at least—the dress was stunning. Even with her most notorious asset—her tits—completely covered, having her one pale shoulder peeking out added just a hint of allure, while the pale blue material brought out the blue in her eyes and made her red hair seem to shine as if the sunlight had settled on it.
    “Yes,” Tiff and Charlotte said in unison.
    Lauren laughed. “First try! Let’s do it. So how will the back look when it’s been tailored?”
    “It will look like it was meant to look, perfect,” Charlotte promised. “Let me just get some material and pin this for the seamstress so she’ll have the basics, and then you can come back in a few hours for a final fitting.” She turned to Tiff. “Hold this in place.”
    Tiff eagerly took Charlotte’s place behind Lauren, pressing the material against her skin to keep it from falling off. “No marks,” she murmured. “I’m shocked.”
    Lauren gave her the evil eye, staring her down through the mirror, until Tiff coughed. “Sorry, Mistress Lauren.”
    She sighed. “It’s okay. I’m not Mistress Lauren this week, I suppose. I imagine I’ll get my marks tonight, if it goes better than last night did.”
    “Why?” Tiff asked, obviously happy to be in on the details. “What happened last night?”
    “We had a hard time remembering who was supposed to be on top, so . . . not much, scene-wise.”
    “Oh.” She looked disappointed.
    “It was still quite the interesting experience, for both of us. I don’t think either of us have done it without toys and bondage for a long time.” Lauren laughed. “Don’t say anything to Marc, please.”
    “I won’t say a word,” Tiff said. “You can tell me anything. I’m Marc’s secretary, but I’m not his sub. And you can obviously use a sounding board right now if you can’t talk to Marc about it.”
    Huh. So true. Marc was her sounding board, as Tiff called it, and he was the one she would have gone to to share the juicy details of her sexcapades if they hadn’t . . . well, been with him. They loved to one-up each other, teasing each other with stories of