Madison
I ducked into the fitting room, grateful for a moment alone to catch my breath. The midnight blue dress hung elegantly on its hanger, taunting me.
I emerged a few minutes later, tugging at the hem. "I think it's too short."
His eyes traveled slowly up my legs. "It's perfect."
"But—"
"Try the next one."
I grabbed a conservative black dress with long sleeves and a high neckline.
His expression darkened when I showed him. "No."
"What's wrong with it?"
"You look like you're going to a funeral." He shook his head. "Next."
The emerald green wrap dress seemed safe enough. Until I realized how deeply the neckline had plunged.
"Mr. Knight!" I crossed my arms over my chest. "This is completely inappropriate for work."
"Who said anything about work?" His lips curved into that infu
