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top of a cream backdrop. The way the colors combined and worked together took her breath.
    "That one's pretty," Gavin said from beside her.
    Pretty? Oh no. This piece was so much more than simply pretty. There wasn't even a word in the English language appropriate enough to describe the beauty of the simple dress.
    "You going to try on the dress at some point?"
    She shook her head. "You don't 'try on' something like this. I don't choose the dress, the dress will have to choose me."
    Gavin choked on a laugh. "Okay. So will the dress be trying you on then because you've been standing here staring at it for about five minutes already and my feet are getting sore? I'm ready to try out the chairs in the waiting area and rate them. Do you think these ones will beat the ones at Dior?"
    Tingles of annoyance sparked to life in her veins at his words. How could he possibly care about chairs when there were so many beautiful clothes to experience? It wasn't right.
    "Go sit," she said, nodding toward the back of the boutique where the dressing rooms were. "I'll follow you."
    Gavin walked off toward the oversized leather chairs she could see inside the waiting area. She followed, eying his nicely rounded ass for about the hundredth time. Now his was an ass worth following.
    Oh my. A streak of bright red caught her eye, peaking out from amongst a rack of black. Carefully separating the garments, she pulled the red free. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the gorgeous blouse. She could only cross her fingers and pray this shirt would also choose her.
    A shiver of excitement caused goose bumps to rise along the surface of her skin as she dashed into a dressing room. She tore off her shirt, eager to feel the crimson material wrapped around her body.
    Slipping the blouse over her head, she gently tugged the material down and into place. It felt amazing. Better than amazing. She held her breath as she turned to face the mirror. Would it look as good as it felt?
    Better.
    She pulled open the dressing room door and cleared her throat to get Gavin's attention. He glanced up from his phone quickly then back down, almost as if he hadn't really looked. Slowly, his head tilted up to really gaze at her, his eyes unblinking.
    "You look beautiful." He smiled dreamily at her.
    "Thank you. Don't you love the cut of this?" She ran her hands over the blouse, smoothing out the material as it hugged her body like a second skin. The design was creative and unique. A plunging neckline created a deep V between her breasts, as small hand-stitched beads shimmered in waves with the light.
    "The detail," she whispered. "These little details—" She couldn't even finish her thought, too distracted with examining every single inch of the blouse.
    She walked back into the dressing room, carefully removing the blouse and hanging it safely on the far wall of the little room. She didn't want to risk accidentally bumping into it and harming it some way. She knew she was being silly, but she couldn't help feeling instantly protective of it.
    Slipping into the dress, she gasped as the smooth silk caressed her skin. The blues and greens swirled along the fabric as she moved, mesmerizing her. She stared at herself in the mirror, unable to see anything except the beauty of the dress. The colors dancing on the dress were like gazing at an oil painting hanging in the Louvre—simply breathtaking.
    Tali pulled open the dressing room door and stepped out to show Gavin, still feeling dazed. His eyes met hers and traveled down the length of her body. She suddenly felt naked under his gaze and the longer he looked at her, the quicker her pulse pounded.
    She liked when he looked at her like a desirable woman instead of the spoiled brat he'd called her. She liked the way his eyes took in her curves—her breasts and hips especially accentuated by the cut of the dress. She wondered what it would be like to feel his hands roaming her body instead of his eyes. The thought made