Free Locked In (Locked in Love) (Volume One): An Alpha Billionaire Romance by Myra Song Page A

tugging the bow to release.
     
    Sliding my fingers under the top, I lift and hear the whisper and crinkle of protective paper and fabric.
     
    Inside is a dress. It’s silk, real silk, in a dark and daring violet. The color dances in the light, sometimes black, other times a vivid purple, but so, so lovely. Knowing I shouldn’t, I pull it from the box, admiring how it ripples free like water to hang from my hands.
     
    Simple. Elegant. Capped sleeves and a sweetheart neck leading to what looked to be a tight bodice and a mermaid flare.
     
    I’d been dressed up before, but it had been a princess gown, made to highlight my youth while welcoming me to adulthood. This dress zoomed past that, straight into sexy. Daring.
     
    Womanly .
     
    “I’m not wearing this,” I breathe, but I can’t take my eyes off it. The color will look incredible next to my skin. It’s cut will highlight all the right curves, playing up my voluptuous figure.
     
    Another box is in his hands. Locke sets it down and takes the dress from me, hanging it on the closet door.
     
    Frustrated, I open the second box. In it are a pair of fuck-me heels. The toe is pointed, fierce and enticing, while the heel itself seems almost miniscule, as if daring physics to deny it. I can hold any weight , it promised, and look like art . They were black and I knew from the shape they were from a designer who was expensive. Two paychecks for a pair of shoes expensive.
     
    “What are these for?”
     
    “Tonight.” Locke’s voice is husky again and I know he’s picturing me in these clothes. I shut my eyes tight, willing my body to refuse the urge of arousal he seems to be able to inflict with just a word or a look.
     
    “Are you taking it out of my pay?”
     
    “No. If you’d read the contract, you’d have seen this, as well as a room for the night, were payment in addition to the fee.”
     
    “Are you doing this for the police department, too?” I can’t help the snideness in my tone. I’m still battling my desire for him.
     
    He chuckles. “Hardly.”
     
    “Then I can’t accept.” I glare at him, trying to appear more resolute than I feel.
     
    Locke shrugs. “Fine. But you’ll stand out wearing what you’re wearing, and not in a good way. I, of course, love it. I just think you may have a hard time seeing anything nefarious if you’re not blending in.”
     
    “Do you expect something nefarious?” My gut is screaming at me. He knows something, for sure. It feels too close to home for comfort.
     
    He winks at me on the way out the door. “I expect something interesting, at least. Always interesting.”
     
    The door thuds behind him.
     
    I’m left with a dress, shoes, and a bunch of doubts.
     
    ~ ~ ~ ~
     
    In the end, I settle on the dress. He was right, though I despised admitting in. The best way for me to observe, learn, and maybe meet a few potential clients, is to blend in. Appear like I am on their level.
     
    I kept my Chucks, though.
     
    The silk whispers on my skin as I walk, making me feel naked despite being dressed. It shows, well, everything . But, I have to admit, in a flattering way. My hips, which always made me shy, are elevated to Greek Goddess status. My smaller breasts become lusty globes, my cleavage peeking out the sweetheart neckline.
     
    The purple makes my skin appear paler, almost ethereal. After I’d grudgingly showered in the room Locke had offered, I’d found bathroom drawers stocked with everything I’d need and more for the night. From a hair dryer and flat iron to makeup to deodorant and, to my pink-cheeked realization, nipple protectors. They were black, and shaped like stars.
     
    I didn’t have a bra that worked with the dress. Or panties. Apparently Jameson had decided to “forget” the panties. Big surprise.
     
    Fine. As I make my way down to where I could hear voices, I try to ignore that, underneath the dress, I am wearing nothing but two black stars on my tits.
     
    The voices are