JESSICA'S POV
I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. The dress was... not something I'd ever pick. Deep emerald green silk that hugged every curve, then fell in a soft flow to the floor. The neckline was high, but the back was open almost to my waist. My hair was swept up in an elegant twist, a few loose strands left to curl against my neck. I looked like someone else. Someone expensive. And, I had to admit, someone pretty f*****g hot.
My stomach was a knot of nerves. I had to go down there. They were waiting.
The living room fell silent when I walked in.
All four of them were standing by the fireplace, dressed in dark, fitted suits. They looked like royalty. Dangerous, handsome royalty. And every single one of them was staring at me.
It wasn't a friendly
