KIER
She walked out of the closet in that dress, and I swear—I forgot how to breathe.
Black. Tight. Elegant. Deadly.
The dress hugged every curve like it had been sewn onto her body. Her skin—soft and pale—seemed to glow under the lights, casting shadows along the delicate slope of her neck and the sweet dip of her waist. It was all too much. Too tempting. Too her.
And somehow, she was mine.
But tonight, I’d have to share her.
I couldn’t touch her the way I wanted. Couldn’t tear the damn thing off like I needed to. I had to be composed. Polished. CEO.
Meanwhile, men would stare—no, gawk—and I’d be expected to smile through it.
I adjusted my cufflinks, jaw tight. “Turn.”
She blinked up at me with those wide, sweet, infuriatingly innocent eyes. Then she nodded and turned, just like
