Page 98 of Wild Scottish Beauty

“Aye?”

“I need you to zip me up but it’s going to ruin my Cinderella moment.”

“I’ll keep my eyes closed.”

“How will you zip me then?”

“By touch.”

“I really don’t see how that will work, but okay, let’s try it. I’m coming out now.”

Stepping out into the living room, I almost swallowed my tongue at the sight of Ramsay in formal kilt dress. Slick black boots, chunky socks, and a proper fitted vest and jacket outlined his broad shoulders perfectly. Did I really want to go to the dance? Maybe Ramsay had the right of it and we should just stay here.

He held his hands in front of him like a mummy, his eyes squeezed closed.

“Okay, I’m backing up into your hands,” I said, turning around right before him and then backing up, holding the dress at my chest. His hands brushed my shoulders and then he grabbed my arms.

“Hmm, let’s see if I can figure this out.”

One hand reached around and cupped a breast, and my eyes widened.

“Zipper is at the back, Ramsay.”

“Oh, right. Right. Just checking.” His hands came around my waist and then landed on my butt, squeezing enthusiastically.

“A bit higher.”

“Really, justsosorry, darling. I’m sure I’ll get this sorted.”

I suppressed a giggle. I liked this teasing side of Ramsay and hoped I’d be able to bring it out in him more.

Finally, his fingers found the zipper, and he tugged it closed, his breath warm at my shoulders as he did. Once secure, I danced away before he could distract me, and slammed the door to the bedroom so I could put my shoes on and take a moment to catch my breath. I nearly melted every time he called me darling. The way theRrolled off his tongue…it was so freaking sexy.

He just lookedsohandsome in his kilt. And he was my date to the dance tonight. Well, to anywhere, I guessed, though we hadn’t actually had a conversation yet about what we were doing or the actual status of our relationship. I mean, it was too soon, wasn’t it? Best to just let these things take their time.

Sliding on black sparkle high-heeled Mary Jane’s, I straightened and went to the mirror, and clapped my hands in front of my chest. Twirling, I kicked my foot out, loving the flounce of the skirt, and how the sweetheart neckline accentuated my curves. My skin was flushed, my eyes sparkling with excitement, and I took a second to appreciate this experience.

Everything was happening for me.

I was finally coming into my own.

I had a new direction in my career that I loved. Designing with Ramsay was turning out to be challenging and exciting, and I enjoyed it immensely. I loved Loren Brae and the people that I was forging new friendships with here. My magick was coming into fruition andoffered a new avenue of power for me to explore, which I think with time, would give me an added layer of confidence.

And then there was Ramsay.

A man right out of a fairy tale really.

And he was taking me to the dance.

Letting out a breath, I grabbed a small clutch I’d made from the same black silk as the bustier with the pink tartan edging, and cracked the door.

“Ready?”

“Aye, lassie.”

I chuckled. He knew I loved it when he called me “lassie.”

“Okay, ta-da,” I said, stepping out of the bedroom with my arms wide, nerves fluttering in my stomach.

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