Exposed (27 page)

I stare at you. “Turn around. I’m not changing in front of you.”

You just blink at me. “Seriously? After all we’ve—”

“After all you’ve done
to
me, you mean? Yes. Seriously. I’m not yours. You don’t get to watch me dress anymore.”

With a sigh, as if to protest the ridiculousness of the situation, you turn in place. I dress quickly, hating the uncomfortable, confining lingerie and the modest, formal dress. I ignore the high heels. Grip the front of the dress at the bodice and rip it open down the center an inch or two, so it gapes open, revealing a bit more cleavage. And then
grip the sleeve on one side and rip. The delicate seam parts easily, leaving my arm bare. I do the same to the other side. I smile. Much better.

You turn around. “What the hell did you do? That was a ten-thousand-dollar dress custom made for you.”

“I do not care, Caleb. I will not dress in
your
clothing, I will no longer look how
you
wish me to look.”

“And your hair—”

“You don’t get a say.”

You sigh. “Fine.” You sit once more in the Louis XIV chair. Hook a knee over the other. “What do you want to know?”

“Who is Jakob Kasparek?”

A silence. You stare past me. Your expression softens; your gaze goes distant.

“Me.”

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