Chapter 359 Flashy Entrance
Luis’s POV:
I flicked my hand, and the staff–models, stylists, everyone–took the hint and cleared out.
Something about Deanna felt different tonight.
I couldn’t name it.
The way she looked at me?
Or just how close she was?
My gaze dimmed; I laced our fingers, and my Adam’s apple bobbed. “If you like it, I like it.”
She blinked. “And if I really walked out in that sexy dress?”
My eyes narrowed; I ground the words out between my teeth. “You’re messing with me, huh?”
Before she could answer, I hooked her by the waist and hauled her in, palm sliding under her skirt without the slightest courtesy.
“Ah–hey, that tickles … ”
“So daring, hmm?”
“I don’t—don’t dare … Luis, if you move again I’ll
…
After a little tussle, Deanna settled on a black gown. get mad …”
Her bump had begun to show–subtle under everyday clothes, but a fitted dress would trace the curve.
This one hid it just right and turned her into something like a spellbound sprite–mysterious and irresistible.
Her skin’s always been snow–pale; the black made it luminous.
When she stepped out, I stared–head to toe, then toe back to head, and finally fixed on her face.
She shifted, self–conscious. “Not good?”
I shook my head, leaned to her ear. “You’re too pretty. Makes me want to lock you away.”
She flushed. “In your dreams.”
I swept a lock behind her ear, voice rough with promise. “When we get home, I’m taking it off. Piece by piece.”
She shot me a shy, scolding look and hurried out.
Watching her quick little escape, I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my mouth.
Third–person POV:
The Bluestone Pack Alpha’s birthday gala was staged inside a lavish five–story villa.

She tugged his hand. “Do you not feel all those women trying to undress you with their eyes?”

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