RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE
“It’s about power, Tessa. But not the loud kind. The soft, slow, sweet kind. Wear something tight but not too obvious. Look him in the eye, then look away. Touch his arm when you laugh. Make him think it’s all his idea having some sort of effect on you”
Tessa had laughed then, thought it was all ridiculous. But now, here she was, blow-drying and curling her natural hair into glossy vintage waves like Jamie had shown her, thinking of every tip, every trick. “Moisturise everything,” Camila had said, “Men love skin that glows.” And Jamie had added, “Talk less, smile more. Let the mystery do the work.”
She rolled her eyes at the mirror but kept curling. Every section was a step closer.