Heiress's Defiance
“She knew her color was high, and she knew the hue of her gown didn’t help matters in the least. Why had she chosen red for tonight?
Because she knew he would be here.
No, that was not it at all.
She’d chosen the sexiest, boldest dress she owned because she liked to look and feel pretty, not because Christos Giatrakos would be here with yet another model on his arm. Since he’d arrived at the Chatsfield, he’d often been seen at their various events with beautiful women—a different one every time, in fact.
And now he was making fun of her. Taunting her with the idea of them being together, of tangled limbs and heated skin, when she knew it was the furthest thing from his mind. It was his aim to fluster her. It infuriated her that she could even be flustered—damn her stupid hormones—but she refused to let him know it was working.
She tilted her chin up and gave him her best glare. It had often worked on her siblings when they were growing up and she needed to get them in line.
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