(Author's POV)
"Get out!" Lucian roared.
But the words choked in his throat as his eyes landed on Rosalie.
He blinked, his gaze traveling slowly up her figure. The fog-blue dress she wore was a masterpiece of tailoring, hugging her slender waist and flaring gently at the hips. The fabric shimmered slightly under the office lights, like moonlight on water.
Her makeup was flawless, highlighting the hazel depth of her eyes. She looked nothing like the efficient, invisible secretary he was used to seeing every morning.
Rosalie took a step forward. Her high heels clicked rhythmically against the hardwood floor. The sound was sharp, deliberate.
She stopped in front of his desk, the hem of her dress swaying like a blooming blue rose settling into stillness. She tilted her head slightly to t
