Once again, I was wearing more money in my outfit than I probably made in a year. Scratch that—with The Rock on, I constantly surpassed that. Even without The Rock, even taking out the other jewelry that was on loan, I knew I was wearing at least six months’ rent of my old apartment just between the dress, shoes, and purse alone.
The metallic black and gold seemed to almost flow with every movement. I was entranced by the mirror when Atticus’s voice called out. I turned just as he walked into the dressing room.
His eyes raked over me, his fingers brushing against his lips as a groan slipped out. “You need to stop looking more beautiful every time I see you. I don’t think I can handle much more.”
I blinked at him. It didn’t happen often, but when he told me I was beautiful, I got embarra
