SLOANE
It was one thing to put on an act in front of the entire pack, but it was another thing entirely for my body to betray me in front of him. My chest tightened, my stomach fluttered, my skin tingled. Every glance he threw my way made my heart race and my pulse stutter. A man who would never be mine. And yet, my body reacted like I was his. I hated it. I hated it so much.
The New Year dinner was going to be extravagant, as always. I had chosen a black dress. Not just any black dress — a long, backless piece, custom-made. Adrian had the designer bring me three options. I didn’t hesitate when I saw the one with the diamond chain pendant that draped along my spine. It accentuated my back in a way that was elegant, untouchable, and maybe, just maybe, it made him look at me differently.
