Chapter 32

“NO! My dress is torn!” Miah exclaimed, her hands clutching the sparkling fabric over her thighs in dismay.

Alexander crouched down to examine the frayed remnant of fabric now trailing. He leapt up again and signalled someone. Ten minutes later, she was standing in the bedroom of a fabulous hotel suite, clad only in her lingerie while her dress was carefully repaired in the reception room next door. She flinched and spun around in dismay when the door opened without even the hint of a warning knock.

Alexander focused on her small, slender figure, and the laughing comment he had meant to make fell from his memory there and then. She whipped her arms protectively around her scantily clad body, but not before he had had the opportunity to enjoy an enchanting glimpse of her pale rounded curves. He leant back against the door and snapped home the lock, his dark eyes flashing hot gold at the sight of the pouting breasts encased in white gossamer-fine lace that revealed her delicate pink nip