POV Samantha *** He leaned in slowly. My breath hitched, my body instinctively arching towards his. But he didn’t kiss my lips. Instead, his mouth brushed the corner of my jaw, just below my ear, a soft, lingering press of warmth. His lips moved against my skin, whispering words so low only I could hear them, the vibration resonating deep within me. "Sleep well, Samantha Myers. Dream of me." Then he was gone, stepping back, turning towards his own suite without another word. The door clicked shut softly behind him, leaving me standing alone in the hallway, my skin burning where his lips had touched, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Dream of me. As if I could dream of anything else. *** The stylists and Cassandra arrived again the next morning, but with a different mission. Less impossible task ahead, more… she-just-has-to-look-acceptable. Gone was the sin-black gown. In its place, Cassandra oversaw the selection of sharply tailored trousers in dove grey, silk b
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