The floor of the cabin’s bedroom looked like a textile explosion. I stood in front of the full-length mirror, huffing a breath as I stared at my reflection. This was the third outfit I had tried on, and my frustration was mounting.
"What about this one?" I called out, turning to face Demetrius.
He was leaning against the doorframe, looking completely effortless and devastatingly handsome in a dark, form-fitting button-down shirt that emphasized his broad shoulders. His dark eyes slowly swept down my body, a low, appreciative rumble vibrating in his chest. "Beautiful, Rachel. You look perfect."
I rolled my eyes, throwing a discarded blouse onto the bed. "You said that about the jeans, you said that about the skirt, and you’re saying it now. You like everything, so you are absolutely no h
