CHAPTER THIRTY: IN HIS BED
LIORAÉ Soren insisted I try out some of the dresses he picked out while complimenting each of them on me. “You look gorgeous in each of them,” he murmured, hands on my waist, pulling me into his chest as we stood in front of the mirror. He didn't lie about my looks, but everything about it felt out of place. “I can’t wear this,” I said, trying to turn from him, but his hand stayed firm on my waist, making it almost impossible to move. “It’s out of place for an assistant to wear this,” I continued. “Let’s worry about that tomorrow; for now, let’s get you dinner,” he said softly, pushing the strap of the dress off my shoulder. My hand caught his, and I shook my head, our eyes meeting in the mirror. I saw conflict in his eyes before he stepped away, leaving me alone in the room to ch
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