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I pointed to the dress. He smiled, and I felt even more irrational jealously toward the owner of the dress.
"That's for you."
Oh boy. That humming from earlier? It was now a full-blown buzz. It electrified me.
"I don't understand."
"You tore your dress on my property. I owe you a new one."
I stared at him. "I slipped. That wasn't your fault."
He wiggled his eyebrows. "My sprinklers. My fault." I didn't know why, but the words sounded dirty. "You could sue for damages."
"I wouldn't do that." I laughed, looking at the dress with a fresh perspective. It seemed even more beautiful than before. It wasn't too flashy, which meant I could wear it even if I was the planner and not part of the wedding. I pulled on every ounce of self-restraint to do the right thing.
"Graham, I can't keep this."
"You don't like it? We can go to the store and change it. There's still time before everyone arrives."
He had time. I had to be here, coordinating everything, but that was beside the point.
"It's not that. The dress is gorgeous. But taking it wouldn’t be right."
There was fire in those hypnotizing irises. Even though there were at least two feet between us, I suddenly felt as if we were close enough to touch.
"I beg to differ."
"Graham."
"I want to see you in that dress."
I nearly swallowed my tongue at this—mostly because it sounded like what he meant was I want to take it off you. His gaze traveled up and down my body. I hadn't checked, but the dress seemed my size, which meant Graham had watched me very closely.
"When did you even buy it? Stores don't open this early."
"I have my ways."
Private opening hours—got it.
He was bossing me into accepting this dress, just as he’d bossed me into spending the night here...There were no two ways about it. I had the hots for this bossy man.
"Okay, I'll wear it. Thank you."
"Welcome. You like this room?"
"I love it. I've already put out my toiletries and pajamas in the bathroom, so I don't have to unpack during the night."
"And here I was, hoping you slept naked.” He leaned in. “I don't either."
"I didn't ask." I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling very squeamish and very hot. My nipples tightened.
"But I'd be happy to take off my clothes for you."
Other body parts tightened too. I was hanging onto my wits by a very thin thread. "Graham, I need to get ready before the champagne is delivered."
I pointed to the door, and with a quick nod, he took off. The room felt empty without him. I turned
to look at my dress, trying to sort through everything I was feeling. This wasn't the time for me to get overwhelmed, so I decided to take things one step at a time. Step one: I was going to rock this dress.
