The red dress clung to me in all the right places, soft silk hugging my curves like it had been made for me. It wasn’t flashy—just short enough to make a statement, elegant enough to sting Cameron’s ego. I smoothed the fabric down my hips and took a deep breath. Tonight wasn’t about him. It was about me reclaiming my power… and maybe having a little fun doing it.
The sound of the doorbell snapped me out of my thoughts.
My pulse kicked up. Lucas.
I quickly reached for my lipstick, adding one more swipe for confidence. Then I grabbed my purse and hurried to the door. When I opened it, the air caught in my throat.
He looked… unfairly good.
Dark jeans, a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His hair was slightly messy in that effortless way that should be illegal. And the smile h
