FIORELLA’S POV
My first instinct was to throw something at him—and I did before I could think things through.
That didn’t deter him at all.
“Go on,” he urged.
If he thought I was getting naked in front of him, he had another thing coming.
He might enjoy humiliating me, but I wouldn’t willingly let him do whatever he wanted with me.
I returned to the rack of clothes to pick the least body-hugging dress I could find.
Rhys watched my every move with hawk-like focus.
His gaze followed my movements rather than lingering on my body, but I suddenly became conscious of how short my dress was.
I quickly pulled the oversized dress over my head, ignoring the discomfort it brought me from having a less clean dress underneath.
I turned to him and gave him a smug look. “I’m good to go.”
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