"Thank goodness I managed to stop him," Anne murmured, placing her phone aside. "I don't want him upsetting Mr. Benett just because of me."
Her eyes then drifted to the paper bag Audrey had handed her earlier. She remembered how Audrey had practically shoved it into her hands, insisting she wait until she was home to open it. Curiosity began to bubble in her chest.
"What on earth did she get me?" she wondered aloud, her fingers already tugging at the bag handles.
Inside, she found a neatly packed box. With care, she removed the lid—and froze.
A gasp slipped from her lips as she stared at the daring red lingerie set. It was sheer, with a plunging neckline, delicate spaghetti straps, and so short it looked more like a suggestion of clothing than something meant to be worn.
Anne's eyes widened as she gingerly held it up, her face quickly flushing a deep shade of red.
"Oh my God, Audrey…" she murmured, half in awe, half in horror. "You seriously expect me to wear this!"
