THE FASHION OF SIN

- THE MOR

er my eyes to create the illusion of a well-rested face. My stomach tightened, my head pounded hard, and every blink broug

life. I wasn't going to allow a silly one-night stand to spoil it. In a white blouse and tailored brown t

walked like they were on runways. Every corner screamed elegance; from the glass

Katherine Knight, the inspiration behind

badge. "Rain Hart," she read. "Welcome t

mannequins stood elegantly, and huge inspiration boards covered the w

ing my sketchbook. A petite r

said with a

Same. I'm Lucy

, uh, nowhe

room went dead. Every head a

was

illed the room. She wore a shiny black dress, her blond hair in a perfe

but commanding. "You've earned your sp

precise. Controlled. The type of smile that knew exactly how much power it wielded. She went to ea

ssion was unreadable. Then she looked at me. "Rain Hart," she said

ook. "Thank

ly, "Where did you lea

wing people in the

ng. You capture the soul, not just t

then left. But I could still feel

were calm. Maybe I really did belong

as my personal assistant, to work closely with me, atten

dent stra

ine. "Miss Hart, I wou

nked.

ised manner. "Your designs are

g, some with envy, o

I stammered. "I wo

e door. "My driver will bring you to my h

cy hugged me. "Ra

zed. "I can'

ass, an uneasy feelin

rely spoke as he led me into a black car. The ride was quiet aside from

. The place looked like a palace of gems, on a mou

nside, flawless as always, a glass of wine in her hand. "Welcome, Ra

My husband will be home shortly. I would like you to me

overwhelmed. "Of

g room, a deep masculine voic

and turned toward

, wearing the kind of presence that ma

was

rom the h

se touch I still

. He froze too, recognizing me, b

. "Darling, meet my new protégé,

ously controlled. "Rain," he

ating so loudly I was sure th

ng silent lingered betwee

rned to pour wine. "Ra

," he whispered, s

nowing how close I was to ca

athe," I t

ight I thought I could forge