The bell chimed crisply with the slightest movement.
She put on the dress, then stared at the choker and sank into thought. 'Am I listening to Sophie Keaton a little too much?' she wondered. 'Doing whatever she says.'
Hesitating for quite some time, she was completely unaware that a motorcade had suddenly pulled up downstairs.
Preston Keaton stepped out of the car nonchalantly. He loosened his tie with a cool indifference in his eyes and asked Butler Shaw, "Where is the Young Madam?"
He had returned a little early today, having already booked a restaurant to take her out to dinner. He walked down the hallway to the dressing room, opened the door without any sense of urgency, and froze.
A vision of pure temptation.
