AMARA'S POV
I stared at the mirror, and a pretty lady stared right back at me. The red gown hugged my shape..not too tight, just enough to show the curve of my waist and hips. The color made my skin glow. “His lady in red,” I whispered with a small grin.
I remembered the way he’d asked me out. Or rather…ordered me out. After days of quiet, stolen moments, and that awkward confession of how possessive he was, he’d stood in his office, scratching his head, avoiding my eyes. Then came his voice…deep, low, almost shy.
“Wear that tomorrow at 5 p.m. Let’s go out.”
The almighty Professor Blake, shy? I had laughed right there, teasing him until he told me to “leave before I regret asking.”
Now, looking at myself, I couldn’t help smiling. Maybe he wasn’t as cold as he pretended to be.
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