The entire fashion team froze when Bella walked out of the dressing room.
Even the head stylist blinked twice.
The black gown wrapped around Bella like liquid midnight, elegant and dangerous at the same time. The slit climbed just enough to reveal her toned leg, while diamonds rested against her skin like drops of ice.
Bella barely recognized herself.
“You look terrified,” Adrian’s deep voice came from behind her.
She turned.
And forgot how to breathe.
Adrian stood in a tailored black suit, the fabric molded perfectly against his broad shoulders and lean waist. His dark hair was pushed back neatly, revealing the sharp angles of his face.
But it was his eyes that ruined her. Dark. Focused. Hungry.
He looked at her like she was already his favorite part of the night.
Bella swallowe
