Eleanor didn't fight him not until he set her down in a room at the Crestwood Regal.
It was a company gala, and no amount of personal history with Julian made a public scene worth the fallout.
But with the door shut and just the two of them left in the room, her nerves finally caught up with her.
Julian took in the sight of her, bristling like a startled hedgehog, and let his mouth curve.
"Three million dollars. Really."
He gave her a slow once-over.
He knew Solene's price range standard formalwear from them ran around a hundred thousand, tops.
Eleanor already knew what he was thinking.
She and Lauren had both been dressed in Solene's new limited run tonight. She hadn't lied about the price. Not even slightly.
"What is that too steep for you, Mr. Cross?"
She knew he'd never belie
