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Brian Healy two years ago. You baked him cookies and cakes at Christmas time.”
    “His parents were visiting and I know he wanted to make an impression.”
    “He was ready to marry you after that!”
    Step. Retreat.
    Sadie gasped when the wall hit her back. Paul placed an arm on either side of her head, preventing any possible escape. “Those two and the countless others you never seemed to pay any attention to, couldn’t weasel their way into your heart. I want to know—what will it take to leave an impression on the impenetrable Sadie Long?”
    You! Her head was screaming, but nothing came out of her mouth.
    “Are you going to answer me?” He cocked his eyebrow.
    “Why?” Her head spun and her body trembled.
    “Does it matter?”
    “Yes.”
    “I want to know.” He leaned in and brushed a kiss to her forehead. “Tell me.”
    She swallowed. “No.”
    Paul growled softly. “Everything looks fantastic, by the way.” His breath was coming out in deep pants. “I think Josh will be happy with the end result.”
    “Good.” Kissmekissmekissme.
    Paul swallowed. “I brought you something. Your uniform for the club. Josh didn’t want you feeling uncomfortable or out of place while you were there. I didn’t want you to be surprised. I figured you could have a day to try it on and make sure it fits.”
    Sadie nodded. Her body wasn’t capable of any other response.
    “I better go. I’ll leave the package on the counter.”
    “Okay.”
    He pushed away from the wall. “Okay.”
    “Fine.”
    “Yup.”
    “Paul?”
    He turned to her, his brown eyes wide and expectant.
    Unable to hold his gaze, she stared at the spot on the floor between them. “I do have fantasies.”
    Paul raked his gaze over her, head to foot and back again. “We all do, Sadie.”
    She didn’t move for a long time after the door to the store closed shut behind him.

Chapter Four
     
    Sadie yanked at the top of the corset and prayed to God that her breasts wouldn’t fall out of the damn thing. She hadn’t peeked into the bag until the next morning. The electric blue of the satin bustier popped next to the black faux-leather skirt and fishnets that completed the outfit. She’d stared at the material for a long time before slipping it back into the bag and getting into her normal jeans and T-shirt. She forced herself to go to work and not think about what she’d have to put on that night.
    Focusing on making lemon tarts after that was a challenge, when all she could think of was Paul’s reaction to seeing her dressed in what he’d picked. Would he stare at her breasts, her ass? Would he notice her at all in a sex club filled with beautiful people?
    And now with the time at hand, she couldn’t believe she was about to wear the outfit in public.
    “You finished in there?” Paige called out from the bedroom.
    When she’d found out about the corset, Paige had insisted on seeing her in it, only to make sure. Not that she didn’t respect her big sister’s opinion on all things sex, but Sadie didn’t necessarily want to go on parade for her either.
    “One second.” Sadie tugged on the bust one more time and slipped into the black stilettos she’d scrounged from the back of her closet. “No laughing.”
    “Baby, have I ever laughed at you?”
    “Junior Prom.”
    “Why Mom ever let you go out with your hair like—oh my God, you’re gorgeous!”
    Sadie held the door for support, her ankles threatening to buckle as she walked onto the bedroom carpet. “I feel like my boobs are going to fall out.”
    “Ian will laugh at you for saying boobs.” Paige made a spinning motion with her finger. “Let’s see.”
    She’d pulled her hair up into a clip, exposing her neck and bare shoulders to the cool air. Resisting the urge to cover her breasts, she forced her arms straight to her sides and spun a wobbly circle for Paige. “Verdict?”
    “If Paul doesn’t fuck you up against the wall by the end of tonight, then I’m going to tell