Dragomar watched me with a slow, mesmerized smile, the kind that carried promise. A sensual curve of his lips, dark eyes shimmering with a hint of mischief, of anticipation barely restrained.
I stood before the mirror, adjusting my earrings, studying my reflection with a curiosity that still felt new. The red cocktail dress fit me like a second skin, sculpting my body with deliberate precision. It lifted my breasts, hugged my waist and hips, and followed the elegant curve of my ass without mercy. The slit along my thigh revealed just enough—defined muscle, smooth skin, tension held in place by the towering heels that felt like a natural extension of my feet.
My shoulders were bare, untouched by fabric, framed only by the sharp line of my collarbones. Against them rested a single diamond
