Page 32 of Cinderella's Fling with the Off-Limits Billionaire

“Then wear that. You look great.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m wearing what I wore to the playground this morning. I do not look great, and I definitely don’t look fancy enough to go to a restaurant.”

“You are incapable of not looking great,” he said. “But leave it with me.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Go, shower. Do your hair. Leave it with me.”

Not quite an hour later, when she padded out to the lounge room in a thick white robe with her hair washed and dried, Leandro held a crisp paper bag towards her. She stared at it, frowning.

“Don’t you want to look inside?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure.”

He grinned. “Be brave, like I know you are.”

She closed the distance between them and took the bag. Sure enough, there were two dresses inside—both designer, vibrant, soft dresses, as well as a pair of heels.

“Humour me,” he said with a wink. “I have been fantasizing about you wearing these since they arrived.”

“They can only have just arrived,” she pointed out.

“Five minutes of speculation that has made me want to fast forward to the end of the night,” he said with a shake of his head, and surprisingly, even after the day she’d had, she laughed.

God, it felt so good to laugh!

“Okay. Just to say thank you for everything you did today, I’ll wear one of these.”

“Good girl.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “But do you think you can dress quickly? I’m hungry.”

She laughed again. “Your wish is my command.”

“Careful, cara. I don’t think you know my wishes…”

“I think I do,” she replied huskily. “I think they pretty much accord with mine.”

“Perhaps dinner is not such a good idea,” he said with a grimace.

“Oh, it’s an excellent idea,” she responded waspishly. “You need to keep your strength up.”

“As do you,” he quipped.

She left the room with a smile on her face and an easing of the anxiety knot in her belly.

The dresses were exquisite. She had no idea how he’d magicked them up so quickly nor how he knew her size, but they were both sublimely perfect. In the end, she went with the red because it was bold and bright and spoke of confidence, which she would badly need in the coming weeks and months. She was terrified of butting heads with Jay, but Leandro was right: she had to do this. She would never be free from him, otherwise, and nor would Harper.

When she walked into the living room, she was distracted by her thoughts, so didn’t put any effort into walking in a seductive way, she simply strolled out, but it didn’t matter. Leandro looked at her in a way that turned her blood to lava.

He let out a low whistle, shaking his head a little. “You are beautiful,” he said.

“I feel beautiful in this dress,” she admitted. “I don’t own anything like this.”

“You should own nothing but dresses like that.”

“I don’t think the hotel would agree,” she pointed out archly.

“But think of the tips,” he pointed out.

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