An oversized Sun Dress

The door creaked open, and Isabel froze. Her heart leapt into her throat, but when Ryan stepped into the break room, her stomach dropped all over again.

His eyes went wide the moment he saw her. For a heartbeat, he stood rooted to the floor, staring. Isabel felt his gaze burn across her exposed skin, lingering on every curve, every inch she was trying desperately to cover with her arms and hands.

“Isabel…” he breathed, almost in disbelief. His voice was low, hushed, as though afraid the walls themselves might overhear. “What happened to your bra?”

Her cheeks flamed red. She turned slightly, as if angling her body away might somehow shield her more. “I… I had to give it away,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “It was the only way to stop myself from being caught again.”

Ryan blinked at her, clearly trying to process what that meant, but he didn’t press. Instead, he lifted the bundle in his hands, his tone softening. “I found something. It isn’t much, but it’s better than nothing.”

He set the item on the table, and Isabel’s breath hitched when she saw it: a large, flowy sundress, pale yellow with faint floral patterns. It looked dated, worn from years of disuse, and clearly a size too big for her. Still, the sight of it made her eyes sting with relief.

She snatched it up and slipped it over her head as quickly as she could, her body trembling with the urgency to be covered. The fabric was loose, billowy, the neckline dipping slightly more than she would have liked, but she couldn’t deny the immense relief of no longer being bare under the harsh fluorescent light.

When she smoothed the hem down over her thighs, Ryan’s eyes flickered, noticing what she already knew—there was nothing underneath. The dress clung in soft folds, the way it moved only emphasizing the curves it failed to fully conceal. It didn't help that her nipples were hard and pointed through the dress. Isabel shifted awkwardly under his gaze, tugging at the fabric as though she could make it behave differently.

“This will have to do,” she murmured, clutching the material around her. Her voice was steadier now, though humiliation still lingered in every syllable.

Ryan nodded, his expression unreadable, and stepped toward the door. “Then let’s get back upstairs. The meeting’s going to start soon.”

Together, they slipped out of the break room, Isabel walking carefully, each step reminding her of how exposed she still was beneath the thin fabric. Ryan walked just ahead, as if shielding her from anyone they might cross paths with.

Isabel kept her eyes down, her face burning with the weight of everything that had happened, but she **** herself to focus on the one thing that mattered: reaching their floor in time for the Zoom Meeting.