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Certainly. Though in the future I’d appreciate more notice. I have a life, you know.
Noted.
I made a few notes in the diagram I’d sketched out for Xavier, cleaned up my work space enough that I’d know where I’d left off in the morning, and headed upstairs.
But not before grabbing my note from the worktable.
The note with all my questions for Julian that I was definitely not forgetting to ask this time.
Twenty-Seven
The dress tookmy breath away.
It lay across the bed in my white room just like I’d laid out the red dress in my studio for the diamond job that started all this. But this dress, with its full sky-blue skirt and tapered indigo bodice, looked as if it had been specially dyed to match the exact shades in my eyes.
Did Julian have this made for me? Had he actually taken note of my eyes’ specific shade of blue and had a dress made to match?
Butterflies didn’t come close to covering the flip-flopping in my stomach as I stared at the magnificent feat of color and design.
I wanted very much to touch it, to try it on, but I wouldn’t dare set more than my gaze on the dress until I’d scrubbed myself clean of every speck of gear grease and safe grime.
“I’ll be back for you.” I promised and rushed off to the bathroom, only stepping out once I’d lathered and rinsed every square inch of my skin at least three times.
I ran a pruned fingertip along the hem, amazed to find that even the thread had a silky, luxurious quality.
On closer inspection, the bodice wasn’t just indigo. Tiny crystals—no way those were real diamonds—were sewn into the fabric. I stepped into the gown, relishing the feel of the expensive fabric against my skin, zipped the side, and spun around to look at myself in the full-length mirror.
The skirt trailed in a swirl of color around me, the shades of blue a perfect complement for my skin tone. Then I laid eyes on the back.
Or rather, the lack of a back. The dress dipped well below my waist, almost exposing my butt dimples.
I let out a low whistle at myself. I was definitely feeling the look. “Damn, I might have to wear backless more often.”
I had zero shoes to wear with the dress, unless I wanted to pair it with my Docs or Air Forces. Jaxson brought me plenty of necessities, but he hadn’t exactly packed shoes for every event.
He could have.
He just didn’t.
I didn’t expect to need them, and neither did he.
But tucked away on one of the white chairs at the end of the bed was a shoe box, on top of which sat an unmistakable jewelry box.
Long and thin.
A necklace.
I chewed at my cheek as I rushed to see what he’d given me, nerves and excitement vying for the top spot in my middle.
The velvet box snapped open and lying within the black felt was a long silver necklace. A very confusing necklace with three chains connected to a large diamond in the center.
How the hell was I supposed to wear this?
I fastened the clasp at the back of my neck and frowned at my reflection.
The long chain at the end of the large diamond, though beautifully dotted with even more sparkly rocks, hung awkwardly between my boobs and against the fabric of the dress.
I shrugged. I didn’t pick it out.
