Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a long, velvet box and handed it to me. I opened it to find the most gorgeous diamond necklace I had ever seen. It was composed of two strands of glittering stones with a large teardrop-shaped diamond suspended from it.
I was speechless at its extravagance, my fingers gently resting on the pear cut stone nestled in the velvet. Stefan came around behind me, reaching over my shoulder to take the box. His hand brushed mine, and I felt a spark.
He lifted the diamond necklace out and draped it around my neck. It was heavy, the teardrop nestling between my breasts. I touched the cool stone, holding it in place, as Stefan fastened the clasp. His fingers brushed the nape of my neck, then slid lower to caress my bare back. Once. Twice. Three times.
It couldn’t have been an accident.
My skin tingled with each brief moment of contact.
I walked over to the closet mirror, gazing at the necklace, loving the way it sparkled against my skin.
“It’s gorgeous,” I breathed.
Stefan was stoic behind me, his expression giving nothing away.
“It is,” he said.
I appraised our reflection. We were a handsome pair, in our matching black clothes. It looked like we belonged together. Did Stefan think so too? I glanced at him, but his eyes were on the necklace. My nipples went hard. I knew they would be visible through the dress.
“It looks like it was made for you,” he added, his voice husky.
My eyes met his in the mirror. There was that intense, dark stare, and for a brief moment, I thought he might bend down to kiss me. But then he walked away.
