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"You need to stay outside."
"Oh, no." The sales lady gave him a bright smile. "We have a special room where the husbands can watch." She removed a bracelet that had a key attached to it and opened the door to a dressing room.
Margo swallowed.
This was going to be awkward as hell. Thankfully, there was a screen she could change behind, but the rest of the setup was meant for rich dudes who bought stuff for their mistresses.
A couch at one end of the room faced the wall of mirrors on the other end, where the flimsy screen had been put up just for appearances. The panels weren't even solid, and Negal would be able to see her naked silhouette when she changed.
"It's perfect." Negal walked over to the couch and sat down. "If you'd be so kind as to bring more dresses for my wife? We have several events to attend, and the airline lost our luggage."
"How terrible." The saleslady affected a sorrowful tone, but her eyes sparkled with dollar signs. "I'll just hang this masterpiece up here and then collect a selection of dresses for your beautiful wife."
When the woman left, closing the door behind her, Margo walked over to the dress and brushed her fingers over the silk, feeling the weight and texture of the fabric.
Slanting a glance at Negal, she chuckled at the pose he'd assumed. He looked the part of a gorgeous mobster with his arm draped over the back of the couch and his legs spread out in a very macho pose.
"Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Tremendously. This room is the best find of this shopping expedition."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Just don't get any ideas."
He seemed genuinely puzzled by her comment. "About what?"
"Never mind."
It was her own dirty mind that had conjured every fitting-room sex scene she'd ever read, and there had been plenty.
"Go ahead, try it on." Negal's tone was casual, but there was an underlying note of eagerness. He was either eager to see her taking off what she had on or to see her in the evening gown.
Damn, why did she find it arousing?
Was it because, after spending so many hours in his company, she was finally feeling comfortable enough around him to let down her guard and allow herself to feel her attraction to him? The nascent sparks of arousal?
God, it had been so long since she'd felt that tingling in her lady parts at the thought of being with a man. Usually, it only happened after reading a hot scene in a book and not in response to a flesh and blood man, or god as it were.
Except, the one sitting on the couch was a fascinating mixture of a flesh and blood male and every paranormal and science fiction romance novel hero she'd ever read about.
Margo quickly took off the leggings and T-shirt she'd borrowed from Frankie and slipped into the dress. The silk cascaded down her figure like liquid, and as she zipped it up effortlessly, she had to admit that the dress looked and felt like it had been made for her.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she felt a sense of rightness settle over her, and as she stepped out to show Negal she was met with his hot gaze, his intense blue eyes glowing with inner light and something deeper, more intimate.
"It looks like it was made for you," Negal said, his voice sounding husky with desire.
It sent Margo's heart aflutter.
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"I feel like a different person," Margo admitted, turning slightly to view the dress from another angle. "The dress I borrowed from Frankie last night was gorgeous, but this one is fit for a queen." She chuckled. "And I can breathe in it, which is a big plus." She twirled on the spot, letting the silk glide over her legs.
Negal pushed to his feet and walked over, lost for words. Saying that she looked beautiful sounded empty even though it was true. The emerald dress clung to her form, and the rich, deep green contrasted stunningly with her pale skin and blond hair. It was long and straight, with a slight golden hue interspersed with the platinum, and it took on a new dimension against the backdrop of the dress, its strands shimmering like a halo in the soft lighting of the dressing room.
The plunging neckline hinted at the soft contours of her collarbones and led his eyes to the graceful line of her neck, an understated invitation to gaze. Yet, it was the way the dress moved with her that was truly captivating. Each step she took was accentuated by the gentle flow of the fabric.
But what made the dress so sexy was not just the way it draped over Margo's body or the subtle reveal of skin through its expertly placed cutouts. It was the confidence Margo exuded while wearing it.
