Tempting The Boss

ck box. Inside was a stunning midnight-blue gown-elegant, form-fitting, and entirely too expensive for her comfort. The fabric shimmered under the soft glow of her bedroom light

padded across the room and opened the door to fin

me that is not a dress f

tepping aside to l

and holding it up. "Damn. This is high fashion, Isa. The kind

id of," Isabella mutt

est of the couch. "So, tell me, what

ella said quick

d brow. "Uh-huh. And yet, you'r

the dress and draping it back over the couch. "He

"Right. Because billionaires just randomly pick trustworthy

. He's... Alexander Blackwood. He doesn't do relationships. He doesn't ge

nced. "But are you sure you'r

n, she wasn't sure of anything anymore. There was something about Alexander-s

ds together. "Well, in that case, you need the perfect finishing touch. No

counter. Before Isabella could protest, Lily had already

ighlight along Isabella's cheekbones, "if this is just busi

sharply. "Because

and her lips were painted a deep, sultry red. The gown hugged her curves perfectly, the slit along her thig

he mirror, her phone buzzed

there in fiv

dy. But was she truly prepared f

g glint in her eye. "Go k

aising an eye

ed slightly. "Try n

ead as if it were the easiest thing in

e door, her heart betrayed her. Because, despite her