Zara Fox's POV
"Do you realize how good we look together?" he whispered against my skin.
His question echoed in my head like a broken record in an empty room.
The image reflected in the mirror showed me a version of myself I barely recognized: tinted lips, an expectant gaze, and beneath an elegant dress, that black lace lingerie I'd bought knowing exactly who I wanted to provoke.
I didn't answer.
But silence, sometimes, reveals more than words. Without wasting any more time, he got ready, and when we were both ready, we left for our destination.
Julian helped me out of the car with that chivalry he sometimes displayed, and I felt the weight of his gaze travel over every inch of me. He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. His dilated pupils, that small gesture of moistening h
