Julia’s POV
I stood in front of the long mirror in my bedroom, trying to decide if the silver dress was too much for a simple dinner with our surrogate and her boyfriend. George walked in, his tie half-done, and gave me a once-over.
“Tell me, George, should I change my dress?!” I spun over so he could get a three sixty view.
"You're overthinking it, Jules. You look stunning," he said, wrapping his big hands over my waist and kissing my neck while I giggled, c*****g my tickling neck.
George looked amazing, his brown hair was tousled, he had on a tailored navy blue blazer paired with a crisp white dress shirt. He also wore a slim-fit black trousers, and to complete the look he had on a polished black leather loafers. For finishing touches, he wore a classic watch and minimal cufflinks.
