Page 67 of By His Play

When I don’t immediately respond, he looks up, and our eyes collide in the mirror again.

“You have to buy this dress,” he states after clearing his throat.

“Um…” Ripping my eyes from his, I finally look down. “I can’t wear this to a funeral.” I balk.

“Sure you can.”

Spinning around, I look up at my best friend.

“I absolutely cannot. It’s in a church, Kieran.”

“God won’t argue about this,” he says, his eyes dropping to my chest.

“Oh my god,” I mutter, covering my face with my hands.

He moves closer, his breath rushing over my skin before his fingers curl around my wrists.

Tugging my arms behind my back, he holds my hands captive before ducking down and staring into my eyes.

The move makes my breath catch and my heart slam against my ribs.

“You’re buying this dress even if you don’t wear it for the funeral. Hell, even if you never wear it outside the house. It was made for you.”

My chest heaves as he gives me a look that dares me to argue. I want to, but the words dry up on my tongue.

His grip on my wrists tightens, and he moves closer. So close that my breasts almost brush his chest when I breathe.

“Kieran?” I whisper, praying that he moves closer and steps back at the same time.

We’re a second away from doing something we’ve never done before, something we’re likely to regret, when a voice suddenly shatters the moment.

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

Kieran jumps back as if burned, and we both turn—I’m sure looking guilty as hell—at the new assistant.

She’s older and looks much less star-struck and more shocked that she’s found us in what was about to be a compromising position.

“She needed help with the zipper,” Kieran states, and unlike a few moments before, his voice is emotionless.

“Right, well, I’m here now to help where needed. If you can go and sit down…”

Kieran takes a step back and coldness rushes over me.

“Of course.”

The assistant watches him go before turning to me with a disappointed expression.

What the hell did I do?

With a tut and a shake of her head, she disappears, pulling the curtain closed behind her.

I stand there for a minute, trying to understand what just happened.

Was…was Kieran going to kiss me?

No. Surely not.

That assistant just gave him ideas, and then he had my boobs all up in his face.

---