Fawn's POV
I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, smoothing my hands over the electric blue, gown that clung to every curve. It was simply stunning, a deep V-neck that plunged between my breasts, a fitted bodice that emphasized my waist, and a skirt that fell in elegant waves to the floor. Tasteful yet seductive. The kind of dress that screamed for attention. I hoped it would get a reaction out of Blake.
Two nights.
Two nights of sleeping alone in my room, the door locked, Blake on the other side of the penthouse in his own space. Two nights of listening for his footsteps in the hallway, hoping he might knock, might say something about what had happened on his desk and what happened after, might even break the tension between them. I could see the hate in his eyes eve
