ELARA'S POV
My heartbeat stumbled the second I opened the door.
Dominic stood there like temptation wrapped in black silk and danger.
God.
No man should’ve been allowed to look like that.
The tailored black suit fit him perfectly, sharp against his broad shoulders, the dark fabric making his blue eyes look colder somehow. More dangerous.
Or maybe it was just the expression on his face.
Unreadable.
Intense.
His gaze moved over me slowly.
Very slowly.
And suddenly the room felt too warm.
Too small.
Too intimate.
Neither of us spoke at first.
We just stared at each other while the tension from earlier still lingered heavily between us.
The kiss.
The confession.
Everything.
Dominic’s eyes settled on the black gown clinging softly to my body before returning to my face again
