Chapter 12
Julian yanked my zipper up in one hard, swift motion. Before the teeth of the zipper even settled, the brass handle of the fitting room door rattled violently. Clack. Clack. Clack.
"Julian! Tamara! Open this door right now!" Andrew’s voice cut through the thick wood like a razor blade.
Julian didn't even blink. He took two long strides past me, reached out, unlocked the deadbolt, and pulled the heavy door wide open.
Andrew stood in the dim hallway, his throat red and swollen above his tight white collar. His sharp eyes snapped straight to my red, swollen lips, then dropped to the wrinkles across Julian's chest.
"What is the meaning of this?" Andrew hissed, shoving his way into the small room. "The press is waiting on us, and you two are locked in here like servants?"
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