Adriana Jensen
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As Saint helped me zip up my dress, I frowned, wondering if he wasn’t going to say anything about it.
He even helped me with my heels and when we were done, I asked him if I looked good. “You look stunning, as always.”
I pursed my lips and he noticed my dissatisfaction.
“Is something wrong?”
“Don’t you think it looks too revealing?” I blurted out. I didn’t want to wear this dress. I just wanted to get his reaction.
“It is quite revealing but I don’t mind.”
The last time I wore something this accessible when we went out for dinner, he sulked the whole ride. Did he not care anymore? “Why? Aren’t you scared other men will look?”
“If you don’t like it, Adriana, you can change.” He chuckled. “But when you’re with me, I don’t mind what you wear. When you’re going out
