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Olivia
The taxi ride was uneventful. The gown I wore was more befitting a beauty queen than me, but somehow Jimmy Steel had included everything I needed to pull this off, in all the right sizes.
That meant he was either an amazing talent in women’s clothing—which I doubted—or he’d had someone watching me for months. Stalking me. Taking f*****g notes. I had to choke down the bile rising in the back of my throat at the thought.
But I had on lingerie that was softer than my own skin. The dress fit like a glove, highlighting all the right curves and hugging the rest tight. Even the shoes were spectacular and fit me perfectly.
Lucy had worked a five-minute miracle with my makeup. I had no idea what I was walking into, but I did know two things. One, I didn’t have a gun. Even if I’d want
