Chapter Seventy Seven

I was going to make sure the shoot is nothing but pure torture for him.

I shoved my clothes in one of my bags and wrestled myself into my coat. The bones of the light-pink corset dug in as I contort my body to maneuver myself into the thick fabric of my coat. One of the straps clipped to the top of one of my stockings comes undone, and Dayton reached over and redid it.

“Here,” she said. “Do this and they’ll stay on. The trick of the trade.” She did some odd fabric thing I’ll never remember and orders me to turn over so she can do the back ones. I let her do it.

“Thanks.” I threw her a smile as we pulled up outside the hotel.

“Have fun.” She grinned and waved as she drove away.

Okay. Bathroom.

I entered the hotel lobby and detoured the restrooms to the right. I tugged my makeup from my purse and did a quick touch-up, making sure I didn’t have stray mascara or bronzer anywhere.