Page 5 of The Wrong Brother
“It closes.”
Before I can react, he moves behind me.
Long fingers skim lightly along my spine as he gathers the laces. The touch is efficient and practiced, but warm enough to send a shiver through me.
The fitting room suddenly feels much too small.
“You’re pulling too tightly,” he murmurs near my ear. “The dress is supposed to worship your shape, not fight it.”
He tightens the final lace. Then his hands slide slowly and deliberately over my waist and hips, smoothing the fabric into place.
I should step away.
Instead, I’m torn between being completely still and leaning into that touch. God, when was the last time someone touched me?
“There,” he says softly.
I don’t recognize the woman staring back at me. Not because the dress makes me thinner, it doesn’t. But it makes me look… powerful.
The man watches my expression in the reflection, clearly pleased.
Then he smiles.
God help me, that smile is devastating.
“I’ll buy it for you,” he says.
“What?”
“But,” he continues smoothly, “you must have dinner with me tonight.”
Every survival instinct I possess immediately starts screaming.
Stranger.
Older man.
Rich.
Dangerous.
Probably insane.
And yet, I look at myself in the mirror again. At the woman I could become for one night.
One last bad decision.
My eyes meet his in the reflection.
“Dinner,” I say carefully. “That’s all?”
His smile deepens like he knows exactly how reckless I’m being already.
“I want to see what the dress looks like on my bedroom floor.”
Chapter 2
Ruslan
