Chapter 17

Harper's POV

I’ve sent them pictures of almost everything I tried on, but no matter how many sets I hold up or how many I slip into, I keep coming back to the Hellraiser.

It’s expensive, too expensive for what I’m technically allowed to spend, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’m getting paid for tonight. That’s the whole point, right? And what’s the cost of one lingerie set in the grand scheme of what I’m about to get?

Clutching the hanger more tightly, I make up my mind. I’m buying the Hellraiser. Even if it means I don’t buy anything else. Even if it leaves me with nothing to wear over it. Not that I even need anything layered on top, not with this set.

I step out of the changing room, the items I tried stacked across my arms. The same woman from earlier spots me and offers a warm smile before walking over.