The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (books to read now .txt) 📖

He uttered the word harsh, but he was grinning as he said it. She shooed him back into the Porsche and he chuckled. However, he didn’t drive off until he made sure she made it safely inside the boutique. That was just the type of guy he was. Kind, thoughtful, considerate, sexy, fuck- worthy, she forced herself to stop coming up with adjectives to describe him after that.

 But her mind was soon occupied by other beautiful things indeed, as Angelique’s assistant helped her into her gown. There were no mirrors in the dressing area, so even Amberleigh would have to wait to see the full effect of the creation out in the showroom. The gown came in two pieces. The underneath was black satin etched with small silver details and fit over body like a second skin. It started just below the first contours of her breasts, and skimmed the floor. It was certainly hard to zip thanks to her fuckin bloating and she vowed not to eat again until after the party.

The dress had no traditional sleeves, but instead a second piece overlaid over the main bodice of the gown, almost like a cage of fabric, made of ropes of black lace tinged with glittering silver. This cage began like a choker collar which slipped around her neck and went cascading down the whole length of the dress. It allowed sexy swatches of skin to show through at the peak of her round breasts, not to mention the tight, fitted, bodice gave them an extra, well appreciated lift.

These ropes of sliver and black lace turned more delicate and fine as they wove down her arms, finally looping around her fingers. Black, elbow length gloves underneath completed the look. The dress was stunning, but at first Amberleigh was a bit perplexed as to why the designer would create a dress that seemed to put her in a cage.  That didn’t seem like a statement a female designer would want to make for a fellow woman. Perhaps she was just going with a dark theme?

But when Angelique threw on some final touches, a pendant on the choker, and a lace mask, she stepped back and allowed Amberleigh to get the whole view of the masterpiece, and it came together beautiful. Amberleigh realized it wasn’t a cage at all, it was her beautiful web, and she was the fuckin spider queen. The mask was in the shape of a spider, though elegantly and gracefully done, and the pendant was made of gorgeous black and white diamonds shaped like a spider.

Amberleigh couldn’t be called sappy or sentimental, but fuck, tears burned her eyes at the sight. She could hardly believe it was her in that mirror. That dress seemed to do things to her, beyond just make her body look way better than it actually was. It made her feel far removed from that skinny, street kid looking for a way to score her next hit. She felt powerful, no empowered, like she could be who she wanted to be and do any fuckin thing she wanted to.

“It’s beautiful,” she gushed, “Perfect. The most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m glad you like it Miss Dubois. And you are stunning in it my dear. But the dress can only do such much on its own. The rest is up to you. It is only fabric after all.”

She nodded and thanked the designer. She hated to take it off and slip back into her true skin. But she would remember the way this dress made her feel. And perhaps tomorrow night, she would put it to the test and catch Grayson Godwin firmly in her web.