Page 88 of Risky Obsession
Holy wow. He’s spectacular.
The crisp lines of the expensive suit showed off his broad shoulders and toned figure. His sandy-blond hair was perfectly styled, and the hint of a smile curved his lips. Unlike me, he looked like a man born to wear clothes like that.
“What do you think?” He spread his arms wide. “Do you approve?”
My heart somersaulted as he locked eyes with me.
Hell, yes, I approved.
I cleared my throat. “You scrub up okay.”
“Oh, really?” He chuckled. “Likewise to you. We look perfect together.”
His gaze buried deep into my soul, and my never-ending lies crashed through me like a tsunami.
“Kane, we need to talk.”
He drifted over me like a spring breeze. “Here, let me help you with that.” He took the stiletto dangling from my fingertip and knelt before me.
A heatwave raced through me as he cupped my heel and glided the shoe onto my foot. The nameCinderellasprinted through my mind as he fastened the delicate strap above my ankle bone.
“There you go, princess.” He stood grinning like a buffoon.
I shuddered. “I’m not a princess.”
“You are tonight.”
A little piece of me shriveled inside.
He hooked his elbow. “Shall we go to the ball?”
“We need to talk.”
“No, we need to get moving. Oh, I found a bag for you.” He marched to the dresser. “And before you ask, it was the bargain price of just thirty euro.” He pulled the clutch from the bag.
“Thank you.” I strolled to him, forcing my brain out of the chaos eating my insides and onto my mission. Smiling at him, I accepted the clutch and added my lipstick to the white satin interior.
He curled my good hand through his elbow. “Shall we?”
“We shall.”
As we strode to the door, I made a vow, that after tonight, no matter what the consequences, I would tell him who I really was.
Tonight, I was Tory, Kane’s princess. Tomorrow, I would be Lacey, the cop who had been lying to him since the moment we’d met.
My chest nearly caved at the thought of revealing the real me.
We arrived at the hotel lobby, and a man in a red suit coat led us outside to where our car was waiting. Stars dotted the night sky.
As Kane drove us out the grand entrance, his divine scent graced me, and my damn insides tingled. It was going to be a long night.
“So,” I said, forcing my body to behave, “are you going to tell me how we’re going to get into the ball without tickets?”
In the dashboard lights, his eyes looked more green than blue. “We’ll pretend we left our tickets at home. I’ll blame you.”
“Why me?”
“Because you’re the one carrying an empty purse.”