The Jilted Heiress And Her Protector

outique. She was surrounded by layers of heavy, pristine white silk. She looked at

was tapping his leather-clad foot impatiently aga

struggled behind Colette. She tugged at the int

rgent professional chime shattered the qu

His expression immediately shif

his pocket. "Colette, I have to take this.

mirror as he rushed out the heavy glass doors. Her hands balled int

ered, sweating slightly. "The zipper is stuck on

n. Colette expected Julian to

aring a sharp charcoal suit, carry

training against the tight collar of the dress.

asked me to drop by and ensure Julian had arrived, just to guarantee everything for the wedding is proceeding

ngers shaking against the lace. He noticed

own on the glass coffee table

bride," Alex told the assistant quietly

the tension. She hurried out, leaving Colette and

f the velvet pedestal. He st

aware of his large, imposing frame blocki

les lightly brushed against the

ne. The unexpected, electric contact se

focused entirely on the small metal zipper. He wasn't lookin

edibly gentle. He effortlessly glided the zipper up, navigating the lace wit

step back i

The air in the small room suddenly became thick, heavy, a

was shallow. Her gaze locked with his reflection in t

fanned against the sensitive skin of he

low, gravelly vibration that settled deep in her

t. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs

to reprimand him, the boutique

ectly respectful, professional distance in a fraction