Lucius walked out of the dressing room with a sigh, adjusting the cuffs of his black suit as if nothing unusual had happened.
Behind him, Alexia emerged from the room as well with both hands full, she was carrying branded bags that held the luxury fits they had been given.
On the outside, she looked calm.
But on the inside? She was in shambles.
'I feel so refreshed…' she thought, biting down on her lip as her thighs brushed together.
She was feeling too refreshed in fact but the cost of it… every single movement made her shiver.
The problem was simple: she wasn't wearing panties anymore.
Lucius had made sure of that.
She could still feel her bare folds brushing against the inside of her skirt, the sticky moisture reminding her of what had just happened in that room.
If she thought of it too much… his fingers, his voice, and the way he had called her a good girl, her legs might tremble enough to give her away.
