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Zane stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked at his watch, five minutes to six and still no Ava. He felt his irritation grow. If she thought she could get away with defying him, she had another thing coming. He wouldn’t hesitate to go up there and drag her down. The rhythmic sound of heels hitting the stairs made him look up. Ava was walking down the stairs. At least Zane thought it was Ava. This creature looked like an angel if God had added sexy temptress to the list of angel requirements. Gone were the dull clothes and messy hair. Zane had always suspected Ava’s clothes were hiding her true form. But looking at her now, he realised he had underestimated her natural sensuality. She was wearing a soft pink dress with silver sequins strewn all over it, making the light bounce off it. It created the illusion that she was sparkling.

The left arm had a full sleeve, and the other arm was bare. There was no cleavage to speak of. But the waist was cinched and made her full breast and