Wasn’t this abject humiliation in its finest form!
Violet stood, wearing that sexy little thing, in ridged mortification feeling as defenseless, naked and ugly as a newborn vulture. Of all the reactions she expected from Victor upon him seeing her like this, laughter was not among them. And here she had worried she’d overcome his senses, cause excessive drooling and/or have to fight off unwanted advances. Okay, not exactly unwanted, but she thought she’d have a hard time keeping him off of her. Instead, Victor was laughing his head off.
Fancy that, huh?
Although too late to prevent the complete annihilation of her pride, she imagined covering up might stop him from waking up the entire house and give her back an iota of dignity. She stumbled over the dress tangled at her feet and headed for her bag. She frantically rummaged through it, but it wasn’t there.
“Looking for this?” Victor said, holding up her night gown and satiny bath robe.