Claimed By The Coldhearted Sterling Heir
tire trailer she grew up in. Mirrors covered every wa
ssing room, typing on his phone while three sales assis
ep, midnight blue silk. The tag dangled against he
r against her skin. It fit perfectly, hugging her
invisible zipper. It was stiff. She strai
i
ate fabric had wedged itself deep into the teeth of t
to use the hook to pry the fabric loose, twisting her body to get a better angle in the mirro
rom outside. "Mr. Sterling is on
ara called out, her voic
marble floor outside.
harp. "Why are we still here
l outfit, sir. Tak
rap against the door.
still wrestling with the
an said, his voice devoid of patien
idn't want a stranger touching
ncy and breach the door myself," Julian warned. He sounded li
oyance as she reached for t
immediately filling the small space. He cl
d and cold air-overwhelmed
shoulders down the curve of her spine to where t
idn't make a snide comme
her gloves, tossing th
und," he
like a trapped bird. She exposed her back to him,