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I’m not sure why, but the thought of Harry helping her with her zipper fires me up. Without thinking, I grab her waist and pull her back to me. Ignoring how soft she feels against me I bend my head till my mouth is close to her ear. “I’ll do it,” I growl at her.
She shivers in my arms and I smile, pleased with the reaction. With my other hand,I reach for her neck, one gentle stroke of my thumb and she shivers again. Feeling emboldened, I softly press my lips behind her ear.
“Stop,” she says softly.
“Do you want meto?” My hand around her waist drops to her visible thigh and I squeeze.
She gasps. “This is a dressing room,” her voice shakes
I chuckle. “Okay, if you say so.”
I reach for the zipper, but she starts squirming, “Stay still.” I tighten my hold on her waist.
“Let me go!” She leans forwardtoofast and something rips. We both freeze and I look down at her dress.Oh, shit.
“What did you do?” She tries to touch the torn zipper but ends up slapping me. I let her go immediately.
“If you had just stayed still.”
“Don’t put this on me. You should have let me go.” She turns around to stab her finger at my chest.
I’m about to reply whenHarrywalks in with Anne. They both stop when they see us and Bella is not able to turn around fast enough, giving Anne a full view of theback of the dress.
“The dress!” she exclaims.
CHAPTER9
BELLA
“Could you give this to the boss?” I drop the file on Samantha’s desk. It’s the revised budget proposal for the wedding.
She nods absentmindedly, preoccupied with whatever she is typing. I quickly walk away before she realizes I should be dropping this directly with Jake instead.
I’ve been playing hide and seek with Jake all day. My face turns red at the memory of Saturday. I have never been more embarrassed in my life. Fortunately, Anne assured me that the dress would be fixed in time forthe wedding and Jake offered to pay for everything. I place my hand on my chest, what I felt then was more than just sexual feelings. Now I’m scared of bumping into him. I couldn’tpossiblylook into his eyes and pretend once again.
Luckily, I have an appointment with Cecilia today so I’ll be out of the office all day. She insisted I be there for her photo session today. I’m heading out of the resort premises to hail a taxi when a loud honk startles me. I turn to give the offender a piece of my mind. It’s Jake behind the wheels.
Quickly turning around, I walk on like I didn’t notice. Sometimes when you ignore something it just naturally goes away but not Jake. The man is just toobullheadedto take a hint. He stops his car in front of me this time and rolls down the window.
“Where are you going?”
Not appreciating his demanding tone, I reply, “I have an appointment with Cecilia, you know, the client.”
Whether he notices the sass in my voice he doesn’t give any indication. “Good, get in. I’m heading there too.”
I hesitate.How do I get out of this one?
He looks at me. “Is there a problem?” I sigh and get in.
The car ride is silently awkward and I can’t wait to get out.
“Do you have a preference?”
“What?” I ask dumbly and he gestures at the stereo. “Oh, no, whatever works for you.”
Lewis Capaldi comes on and I raise an eyebrow.Who would have thought?
“Don’t look at me like that. A guy can have preferences.”
