wide, watching the reflection of the

tall, broad-shouldered figure instantly dominat

nough to draw blood. His dark hair was impeccably styled, but his exp

e in the boutique seem

e looked terrified, her hands clutching a clipboard to her chest. "M-Mr. Sterlin

g," Kane stated coldly, his eyes

aight, her usual loud bravado dying in her throat as she t

g area. His dark, piercing eyes locked

ds flew to her sides, gripping the smooth fabr

tensely critical, burning a path over her bare shoulders,

silence stretched into an a

off-the-shoulder design suddenly felt like she was standing

able tension. She cleared her th

t even blink in her direction. He treate

oward the pedestal, closing the phys

l catching on the edge of the pedestal. She almost

lightly, a tiny muscle ticking ne

toward Ms. Price, who was vi

d, low voice that vibrated through

She opened her mouth, but quickly bit her tongue, suppress

-I apologize, Mr. Sterling. What... w

as wearing a heavily beaded, high-neck gown with long lace sleeves. It looked like armor. Not the kind that protects, but t

one. Immediately,

her mouth to protest. "Excuse me, but Cailin chos

-eyed glare. It was a look devoid of any human warmth, a look

ly silenced, her m

nna's hand, squeezing it hard. It was a si

fusing to meet Kane's eyes. She whi

ket with one hand, his face

l and walked over to the velvet

authority. He rested his arm on the back of the sofa and fixed hi