The deep, rich blue of the dress was the color of a stormy sea at midnight; dark and dangerous. It hugged my body like a second skin of silk and sequins, and a long, deep slit on the left side of the skirt exposed my leg almost to the hip. The neckline plunged, a deep, daring V that revealed the upper swell of my breasts.
It was a bold look, one which was meant to be a statement; I was still as radiant and daring as ever, I was still in the game.
Elias was waiting for me outside. He was dressed in a black tuxedo with sharp lines that made it look like it had been sewn on his body. He stood in the doorway, his gaze swept over me in a slow, appraising look.
His darkened eyes lingered on my cleavage, and on the long, exposed line of my leg. He tried to be subtle about it, but there was a flicker of something caught between lust and possession in his eyes which gabe him away.
