- ARIA
"It’s not the design, Alpha," Vivian explained patiently, holding up the icy-blue dress. "It’s Aria’s… figure. The way she’s filled out after the twins. The dress is meant to be subtly sensual, not… a full-frontal assault on male sanity." She winked at me.
Luca just narrowed his eyes. He couldn't stop looking at the way my cleavage was spilling out of the silk, and he definitely wasn't okay with it. "Find something else, Vivian. Something that leaves more to the imagination. Preferably, my imagination."
He took my arm firmly, and led me back to the fitting room suite. The war zone atmosphere from the main showroom had thankfully dissipated, but the tension between Luca and me was still crackling.
Vivian, ever the tactful one, gave us a knowing look. "Right. More... mys
