Читать книгу His Trophy Mistress - Daphne Clair - Страница 2
“Try it on,” Jager said.
ОглавлениеHer fingers trembled. A small moth seemed to be fluttering in her throat. Paige let the dress drop back into the nest of tissue on the couch. “No,” she said.
A frown appeared between his brows. “You don’t like it? Black suits you. Believe me, you’ll look great in that.”
Paige knew she would. His instinct was unerring. In that dress she could be certain no one would be looking at her face.
She would look like his mistress.
