Chapter Seven
Putting the finishing touches on the display, Tessa was behind the glass bending over. Miles saw it all: the tops of her stockings, the garters, and the delicious swell of her upper thighs that would meet at her p***y. Did she realized how she looked?
He watched her for some time, until she became uneasy, and a little voice inside her head told her to turn around.
“You bastard!” she mouthed to him, when she saw him on the other side of the glass display front. She motioned him to a side door behind the display, to a storeroom filled with mannequins, props, drapes and novelties still in storage.
“Are you finished?” he asked.
“Very close,” she asked him.
“I want you to pose again?”
“You mean more time away from the museum?”
“If it can be arranged?”
“Only after these di
