Chapter Twenty-Two
I pulled on the black lace shorts, trying to give myself a bit of coverage. It didn’t help.
Bash walked ahead of me, and I couldn’t help but notice the way this white t-shirt hugged his shoulders. Or how his black jeans seemed like they were made for him. The fabric gripped his round ass, making me want to see if it felt as good as it looked.
The clothing that he’d brought me from Kaida was a little better than the slip dress but not by much. I was in a white tank top, the deep v-neck coming to rest between my breasts. The black lace shorts left little to the imagination. My feet were still bare and I hoped the first store we stopped at would be one that had shoes.
“What are you thinking about?” Bash asked as we got closer to what looked like a loading bay.
“Shoes.
