Crimson

By Tielle St. Clare

Cait has had it with men who happen to be cops—too arrogant, too dominant...too sexy. But when the borrowed wedding dress she’s wearing falls off in front of Rain, her resolve to stay away from cops vanishes.

Rain attends a fundraiser under duress, but his evening is looking up when he finds himself alone with Cait. One moment she’s wearing an ugly wedding dress, the next, nothing but a pair of crimson panties. He’s fantasized about her often, but she’s dated his best friend Tanner, which makes her off limits.

Tanner knows Rain and Cait would be perfect together, but he still wants her all to himself. Until she stands before them naked except for her panties. Suddenly Tanner is willing to share...

No cliffhangers and a guaranteed HEA. Also pretty much guaranteed...lots of hot, fun sexy times, a dress that drops to the floor without will, and a hero with a slight BDSM tilt. NOTE: this is a re-release and has not been substantially changed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tielle St. Clare
• Release date: Oct 31, 2019
• ISBN: 9781370340538

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Crimson: Red Panty Diaries

by Tielle St. Clare

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Copyright © 2019 T. L. Green

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Chapter One

Dear Diary,

I found the perfect panties today—bright red and silky soft. Love ‘em. And they make my legs look freakin’ long. Not that anyone but me is going to see them any time soon. Still, I love going to work with all those guys and none of them know that beneath my uniform, I’m wearing crimson panties.

You’re sure she won’t mind? Cait asked as she followed Heather up the back stairs.

No problem. Heather opened the apartment door and walked in. My aunt has been a bridesmaid more times than the law allows. For one friend, she’s been a bridesmaid three times.

Cait clued in to the first part of the statement. Natasha’s your aunt? Natasha was only a few years older than either of them.

Yes. It’s very convoluted. Older siblings, surprise baby but yes, technically she’s my aunt. Heather walked into the bedroom and flung open the closet door. A plethora of pastel colors interspersed with bright blinding jewel tones assaulted Cait’s senses.

Oh my. I take it Natasha has a lot of friends.

Heather wagged her head. Actually she just has a few friends, but they all seem to get married a lot. It’s getting to the point where she’s the only unmarried one in the group.

Cait reached out and cautiously picked up the skirt of one dress, holding it between thumb and middle finger. Are you sure they’re her friends?

A bridesmaid’s dress is designed to be ugly so the bride looks particularly beautiful on her special day.

Cait shuddered at the fuchsia and green satin in her hand. Then Tasha’s friends must be extremely homely.

Heather laughed and shrugged—but didn’t deny the claim. So, what are we looking for?

Cait had to fight the urge to wilt. It’s the Family and Friends of the Police Fundraiser.

Oooh, the Secret Policemen’s Other Ball?

Cait winced at the title. Try as she might, she couldn’t get people to refer to the event by its proper name. Instead she sighed. Yes.

And what insane theme has Madam Chairman come up with this year? Heather’s eyes twinkled with laughter.

Madam Chairman referred to Mrs. Warren, the Police Chief’s wife. She was a dear woman who loved to throw events like this. Thankfully, her personality allowed her to carry it off. People seemed to find her strange ideas charming instead of irritating. Cait wasn’t sure she agreed, but it was her job to convince the community they wanted to attend the annual event.

It’s a bridal ball. Everyone is expected to show up in bridal attire—wedding dresses, tuxes, ugly bridesmaid’s dresses. That was explicitly mentioned on the invitation. Mrs. Warren decided it was the perfect opportunity to get a second wearing out of those bridesmaid’s dresses that every woman had in her closet.

Except Cait didn’t have one in her closet. She’d never been anyone’s bridesmaid. She’d been too busy working. Heather and Natasha were her best friends and she’d only known them a year. Still, she’d bonded pretty tightly with the two women during that time.

Heather tipped her head to the side, doing a remarkably accurate imitation of a curious puppy.

"The party is in two hours. You didn’t think before now about what you were going to wear?"

"I wasn’t planning to go. I’m advance publicity. I’m the PR person. I don’t need to actually be at the event."

But…

But, Mrs. Warren seems to believe I’ve volunteered to help, so she expects me to arrive in one hour, dressed for this stupid ball!

Heather laughed and didn’t even bother to disguise the sound. Don’t worry. We’ve got what you need.

She started combing through the closet, rejecting dress after dress. After dress. Damn, how many times had Natasha been a bridesmaid?

Oh, this is perfect. Heather reached into the back of the closet and pulled out…a wedding dress.

You’re kidding.

It’s perfect. Heather held it up. It’s hideous.

Oh no.

Oh yes.

I can’t wear that. She looked at the white gown. It wasn’t in any sort of plastic covering. Not boxed up or wrapped in special paper to preserve it for subsequent generations. Strapless, the gown hung on the hangar as though it was a crumpled sack. The bodice plunged deep and would no doubt reveal Cait’s overly ample breasts as though they were two ripe melons begging to be squeezed. The skirt was a wide—expansive—mass of material, littered with crushed white appliquéd flowers.

Why not?

It’s someone’s wedding dress. Though who would buy such a thing, she didn’t know.

It’s not in any sort of casing. It’s certainly not an heirloom. Heather looked at the tag. It was probably a joke at some bridal shower or something. She thrust the wedding gown into Cait’s hands.

As soon as the material touched her skin, a deep abiding need to wear the dress surged through her body. The need to strip off her clothes and don the gown was almost overpowering.

Her fingers twitched, but she couldn’t quite let go of the ugly dress.

Maybe it has special meaning to Tasha.

She held the gown up to her body. It was hideous—the dress, not her body—but she wanted it. On closer inspection, the section beneath the arms consisted of narrow elastic strips and thin boning. The bodice would probably stretch enough to fit over her chest and still give her a hint of support.

A strange hint of pleasure slipped into her subconscious at the knowledge the dress might fit her. What is going on? The dress is horrible, but I want to wear it. Weird.

I’ll call Tasha and ask. Before Cait could protest again, Heather had grabbed her cell phone and tapped the screen, hitting Tasha’s name on her favorites list. Hey, Tasha, Cait needs to borrow a dress for the Secret Policeman’s Ball. Static crackled through the line. Heather’s face screwed up. What? I said, Cait needs to borrow a dress for the ball. We’re in your upstairs closet. Is it okay to take the wedding dress?

Whatever. Even without the phone pressed to her ear, Cait could hear Tasha’s reply. It’s fine.

See, it’s fine. Heather hung up and smiled at her friend. You’d better hurry.

Well, I’m basically ready. She’d showered before she’d come over and her hair would dry naturally. She’d pull it back in a bun. The brown curls were too unruly if she let them go. I’ll just run home, put on the dress and do my makeup.

You should try it on first.

Cait hesitated. The shy girl who’d developed too big, too early returned with a vengeance. But Heather was a friend and she wouldn’t laugh no matter how horrible Cait looked.

With a sigh, she went into the bathroom and stripped off her clothes. She reached behind her and undid the plain, white bra. It was boring, but it gave her the support she needed. She’d have to leave the bra behind, which was a problem for her. She never went without a bra, but the gown just wouldn’t allow it. If the dress fit, she had a strapless bra at home she could wear.

Unable to resist, she turned and stared at her butt. The bold crimson panties cupped her ass perfectly. They were her one guilty indulgence. She had to wear sturdy, practical bras to keep her breasts in place when she was on the job.

But underneath her uniform…something about the tiny red panties gave her an extra boost of confidence when faced with half a dozen macho guys who would prefer she wasn’t around.

God, she could just imagine the hassle she’d get if Rain ever found out what she wore under her blues. Or Tanner. He’d tease her relentlessly. The two dates they’d had six months ago hadn’t led to anything, but they’d remained friends and Tanner was an unrepentant flirt. Unlike his friend who just growled every time she came near.

Pushing the thoughts aside, she wiggled her arms into the opening and dragged the gown over her head. Shivers ran across her skin as the slick material slid down her back. The fluffy skirts floated around her ankles. She squirmed, twisting to pull the zipper up.

Her first thought was her breasts. She grabbed the sides to test the fit. The bodice was snug around her chest but not too bad. The elastic stretched enough so she could breathe.

Cait pushed her shoulders back, gathered her courage and looked in the mirror.

A crazed bride stared back at her. Her hair poofed around her head as if she’d been electrified. The dress practically glowed like a tacky neon sign. Flowers appliquéd to the skirt added unneeded volume, making her ass look big. And her chest…

The bodice made her breasts looked huge—squeezed and squished and about ready to fall out.

I can’t wear this.

Let me see, Heather called through the door.

No. Cait reached around