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    Alicia felt awful. She was living in limbo where her days were spent with Adam’s hired help. But she couldn’t really complain since that’s basically what he considered her. He had a maid and chef who came in during the working hours, never having met their employer. And during the nights, she was also his, but he met her in bed, the passion always just under the surface.
    The Friday afternoon of the third week, he called her and told her she needed to dress up since they had to go out. Alicia hesitated on the phone. “Adam, what exactly do you mean ‘dress up’?” she asked carefully.
“I mean, wear something fancy. I have no idea what women call them but it must be elegant and sophisticated.”
    Alicia bit her lip. “Adam, I don’t want to go out,” she lied. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go out. It was more about the fact that she didn’t really have anything appropriate to wear. She spent her days in jeans and shorts and her nights in nothing at all.
She could feel his anger through the phone. “I don’t really care what you want. Be ready by six o’clock,” he snapped and hung up the phone.
    Alicia wasn’t as calm. She was furious. She stormed out of the apartment and went for a long walk in the park. Should she just bend to his will? What were her alternatives? She could fight him all she wanted but the reality was, he could and probably would immediately call the police. He had a trump card and she couldn’t afford to call his bluff. Walking back into the penthouse an hour later, she glanced at the clock. It was already four o’clock. With a deep sigh, she grabbed her purse and her apartment key, then headed over to her old apartment. She picked up the only dress that might qualify, the one she’d worn that fateful night they’d met. Looking at it now, she wanted to crush it in her hands and rip it to shreds.
    On the bus ride back, she wondered if she wasn’t being too harsh on the dress. After all, if she hadn’t worn the dress, she’d never have met Adam and he would have seen the evidence piled up against her and simply called the police. Since they had met, he’d given her a type of reprieve, if that was an accurate way to look at the situation. She was now in his luxurious apartment and the lover of a passionate man that took her breath away.
Looking at it that way, she should actually be grateful for this dress. It had probably saved her from a lot of legal expenses not to mention public humiliation.
    Back in Adam’s penthouse, she stared at the dress in the mirror. It wasn’t so bad, she told herself. Life could be a whole lot worse. That didn’t stop the pang of anger that welled up inside of her though. She was still here and Adam made love to her every night but never spoke to her about anything other than mild inquiries into her day.
    Taking the dress off the hanger and laying it on the bed, she accepted that she had no alternative but to wear the dress again and relive that night. She showered and changed into the red dress, no longer considering herself pretty or sexy in the color or style. She only felt cheap and used.
She couldn’t create the same effect with her hair as Maggie had that night so she settled for a sleek pony tail with a sophisticated clip at her nape.
     
Alicia was standing in the middle of his brown and tan living room, waiting for Adam when he walked in at six o’clock that evening.
     
“Reminding me of something?” he asked, his eyes traveling up and down her body clad in the red silk evening gown.
    Alicia blushed, wishing she could appear more sophisticated around him. “No. This is the only dress I own,” she explained. “If you don’t like it, I’d be happy to change into one of my navy suits,” she said, her chin going up a notch as she returned his stare.
    Adam noted the challenge in her face and walked over to her, staring down into her lovely, angry features. “Ah, the lady has fire outside of the bedroom as well,” he