Lily Thompson
I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
The maroon suit hugged my curves like it had been stitched just for me. The lady at the boutique knew what she was doing when she recommended this suit to me.
The deep neckline of the jacket revealed just enough cleavage to command attention without screaming for it. I styled my hair to flow in soft waves over my shoulders, my makeup was subtle but flawless, and for the first time in a long time… I felt like I belonged in the room I was about to walk into.
I stepped out of the bedroom, heels clicking across the penthouse tiles.
Ryan’s head turned and he froze.
His eyes roamed from the hem of my slacks, up the curve of my hips, pausing at my neckline before finally meeting my gaze.
“Wow.” He cleared his throat and adjusted h
