Page 38 of If The Shoe Fits

His amber eyes are warm, glowing faintly in the low light as they sweep over me, and the corner of his mouth tilts up in a soft, almost reverent smile.

“You look beautiful, my Dora,” he says, his voice low and rough and impossibly sincere.

For a moment, all I can do is stare. My brain is stuck on a loop ofhe called me beautiful, he called me beautiful, while the rest of me tries to remember how to function.

“Wulfy,” I manage, my voice a little breathless, “what are you doing here?”

“Making sure my mate doesn’t pass out before the night even starts,” he teases gently, his hand still resting over mine.

I open my mouth to argue, but the words don’t come. Because standing here, looking into his golden eyes, feeling the warmth of his touch.

I can’t decide if I’m more terrified or completely, utterly enchanted.

He puts an emphasis on the word beautiful that sure sounds like fuckable in my sex addled brain.

“You look beautiful, too,” I say.

Wulfy smiles even wider, his brilliant white teeth positively dazzling. I clear my throat and try to satisfy my longing for him by simply looking my fill.

“Now, that won’t do,” he says, frowning as he invades my space.

“What are you doing?”

But he doesn’t stop.

He dips his head and drops a quick kiss on my lips.

I can hear Agatha gasp, and I know that means she saw it.

“That’s better.”

“Um, I’m going to go start the ball rolling,” Aggie says, and I can definitely hear the glee in her tone.

We’ve already been through the protocol for the slipper trials a million times, and I trust she knows what she’s doing.

What I don’t know is what the heck Wulfredo Tremayne is doing right here and now and in front of all these people.

I glance around as he takes my hand and drags me towards a door that leads out onto the terrace,and yeah, more than a few heads are turned our way.

I see a few smirks and some knowing grins.

More than a couple of shocked glances.

Not to mention a smattering of students who are all elbowing one another.

Undoubtedly making crude jokes.

One blonde head is more noticeable than the rest.

And she looks angry.

Double eep!

“Stop! What are you doing?” I hiss at him.

“I’m saying hello properly,” he growls, right before he backs me into a corner that is adequately hidden behind a large potted shrub.

Then he’s bending down, and I’m so damn needy for him, I lift my face accepting what I know is going to be one hell of a kiss.

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