Chapter 4

I stood at the backstage in the auditorium, and from here I could smell popcorn and perfume. My hands trembled as I smoothed the fabric of the red dress over my hips.

The material clung to me like a second skin; the neckline dipped low enough to show a small amount of cleavage, and the hem rode high when I moved.

I hadn't worn panties. Couldn't. Not after Damien's command, not with the way my body had reacted to the thought of him finding out if I disobeyed.

The auditorium ...