Emma's POV
I removed my heels slowly, not breaking eye contact. I gulped when I felt their heated gazes on me. My throat is parched like sandpaper. I fan myself with my hands. This room suddenly feels ten times hotter, or is it my jumpsuit?
“Why is your face flushed?” Julian asked, his voice hoarse.
“I don't know. I feel…,” I continue fanning myself thinking of the right word. “Hot very hot,” I continued. Julian's eyes darkened more than it already was if that is even possible.
“You are indeed hot,” he smirked. I blushed.
“What were you thinking, going to a club dressed like that?” Alexander asked.
“Were you trying to seduce us?” Philip inquires. I nodded my head.
“No, I just went out to have fun,” I replied.
“It may seem you had a little too much fun tonight,” Julian answers.
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