Spoiled

Sammi’s POV

I stare helplessly at the rack of dresses, feeling completely lost. Grayson isn’t being any help at all. He refuses to tell me what kind of event we’re going to that requires a dress, so I’m stuck guessing. All I’ve gotten from him so far is a vague “think elegant,” which is no help at all.

I feel his fingers lightly graze down my neck, sending a shiver through me, and I bite my lip, trying not to let my frustration show.

“Pick a damn dress, Angel,” he whispers into my ear, his voice low and teasing.

I sigh. “It’s hard. I don’t even know what sort of event it is.”

“It’s an event where you wear a long, beautiful dress,” he replies, trying to sound patient. “Stop overthinking it, please.”

I frown at him. “That’s still not helpful, Gray. I need details! Are we talking about a black-tie event or something more casual? Like, should I go full glam or keep it simple?”

He chuckles, his fingers still trailing down my neck, clearly amused by my distress. “It’s one where you wear a l