Grayson POV
The moment she opened her door, I was speechless. She wore a simple black cocktail dress, one with spaghetti straps, a sweetheart neckline, and a hemline that stopped at her knees. She looked more than a little desirable as I stared at her. She had put the brooch on that I had sent her, pinning it to the side of her chest and she had curled her hair, allowing it to softly billow down her back. She wore simple black heels and held a black clutch, her makeup subdued and natural. I liked it. For a moment, I contemplated trying to sweet-talk her back into her apartment, but another part of me, the more gentlemanly part, reminded me that I had promised to take her out to dinner. I gritted my teeth, even as I gave her a wicked grin.
"If it isn't Beauty herself" I commented as she
