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Azaria stepped out.

But she looked completely different.

Her hair fell softly around her shoulders, and she wore a black silk mini dress that barely held onto her body. The straps hung loose off her shoulders like they didn’t even care about staying in place.

Classic black Louboutin stilettos.

And around her neck…

The diamond necklace from Lyon.

The one I bought her.

My eyes moved slowly down her body.

Heat hit my chest instantly, but I kept my expression calm.

She walked closer with a little smirk.

“How do I look?” she asked.

I took a slow sip of my drink. “Like my latest problem.”

She laughed softly.

“Good.” She tugged lightly at the dress.

“I don’t even like this dress, though.”

I leaned back against the railing. “Oh, yeah?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she slid the straps fully off her shoulders.

The silk fell slowly down her body.

She stepped out of it completely and tossed it right over the balcony railing.

Gone.

Just like that.

Now she stood there completely naked.

Except for the diamonds around her neck and her high ass heels.

The city lights behind her made the necklace sparkle against her skin.

She looked at me, seductive in a way I only saw in Vegas.

“You wanted me naked in this diamond necklace, right?”

I swallowed. I honestly didn’t think she would do it.

I watched her body slowly, deliberately, before I met her eyes.

The tension between us snapped tight.

The way she stood there, like she wasn’t nervous at all. Like she hadn’t just thrown her dress off a balcony two seconds ago.