'I can't take it. I'm at my limit.'
'Forget the original owner of this body; I doubt any woman could resist this man's charm.'
Evan Fairchild gazed at Melody Monroe. He had spotted this black dress immediately among the many pictures Tommy had sent him.
Indeed, it looked as if it had been tailor-made for her.
The V-neck design perfectly showcased her lovely collarbones and made her skin appear as milky-white and delicate as cream.
Delectable. Tempting.
Melody Monroe grew a little self-conscious under his intense gaze.
Evan Fairchild retracted his gaze and glanced at his watch. "I've made a reservation. Let's go to dinner."
'Why does he never phrase things as a question? It's always an indisputable command.'
"I'm very sorry, President Fairchild, but I need to rush over to the set. I can't have dinner with you. Thank you for arranging for this outfit. I'll be going now." After she spoke, Melody Monroe headed for the door.
