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

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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,