Chapter 1: The Dress and the Neighbor
The late afternoon sun slanted through Gaby’s bedroom window, turning the chaos of her life into something soft and golden. Flimsy floral curtains fluttered against the heat, the kind of breeze that carried the scent of magnolias from the apartment complex’s courtyard below. On the bed, a twisted sheet tangled around her bare legs, the remnants of a nap—not that she had slept. Not really. Her mind had been too busy weaving fantasies, like it always was.
She stood before the full-length mirror on her closet door, turning this way and that, the red dress hugging every curve like a second skin.
The fabric was so tight it left little to the imagination—especially where her full breasts swelled against the neckline, straining the thin material. She bit her lower lip, watching the way the dress rode up when she bent forward, the hem riding dangerously high on her thighs. A smirk played at the corners of her mouth. She could already hear his voice, deep and smooth, when he finally saw her like this.
A knock at the door.
Gaby froze, her fingers adjusting the loose strap that refused to stay in place. She didn’t answer right away. She wanted the anticipation to build, just a little. Let him stand there wondering if she was still getting dressed, still undecided.