Page 30 of The Billionaire's Vow

That shapeless mess of a skirt she had worn before had kept her hidden, but this—this dress revealed what had been lurking beneath.A perfect hourglass figure that the dress hugged in all the right places.Her soft, brown hair wisped around her chin, drawing attention to those glowing silver-blue eyes, wide with excitement.And that smile—bright, unaware of its effect—sent a bolt of heat straight through him.

Dimitri’s hands curled into fists at his sides.His first gut reaction was pure possession.She needed to take the dress off.Now!Not because she didn’t look incredible in it, but because other men were going to see her like this.

Before, she had been overlooked, hidden beneath layers of frumpy clothing that camouflaged the dangerous beauty she possessed.But now?Now, every damn man in the building was going to look at her differently.

He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay where he was.Clearing his throat, he shoved his hands into his pockets to stop himself from striding over and pulling her into his arms.

She was lovely.Too lovely!And that sparkling smile?It hit him hard, straight in the groin.

"What do you think?"she asked, looking up at him.Her voice held the slightest trace of nervousness, and it nearly undid him.

Dimitri dragged his focus back to her face, away from the dangerous path his thoughts were taking.

"Perfect," he muttered before he could stop himself.He caught himself and added, "Very professional."

It was true.The cut was modest, elegant, businesslike.But he wasn't thinking about professionalism.His thoughts were locked onto the image of peeling off that dress, discovering the lace he knew had to be underneath.Was it black?Red?He remembered those lace-topped thigh highs from yesterday, the way they had clung to her soft, pale thighs.

Damn, he was losing it.Gritting his teeth, he turned away under the guise of grabbing some papers, desperate for a distraction.

"Here’s an outline of your new role," he said briskly."I’ve already cleared it with your boss.You’ll transfer here to an office down the hall."

He turned back just as she sat down, completely unaware of the effect she had on him.And then it happened.The wine-red fabric inched up her thighs.For a fraction of a second, his gaze landed on what was hidden beneath—black lace, just as he had suspected.

Heat roared through him, his body responding instantly.But before he could fully process the sight, Giselle quickly shifted, smoothing the dress down over her lap, unknowingly robbing him of the tantalizing view.

Then she looked up.

Their eyes locked.

A pulse of awareness surged between them.

Her lips softened.

His body tightened painfully.

Her eyes darkened.

His heart pounded.

The moment stretched, taut and dangerous, something unspoken crackling in the air between them.He could see it, see the effect just as clearly as he felt it.

Then his phone rang.

The sharp sound shattered the moment, snapping them back to reality.

Dimitri clenched his teeth, fighting the immediate, irrational urge to throw the damn device across the room.

What had he been about to do?Pull her into his arms?Run his fingers along that lace, feel the warmth of her skin beneath his touch?Watch her shiver?See those pretty silver-blue eyes go hazy with need?His fingers flexed, his body still burning as he forced himself to reach for the phone.

This was going to be a problem.

“Could you repeat that?”he asked into his cell phone, still staring at Giselle.She looked just as startled as he felt.He watched as she carefully shifted on the chair, looking confused and more than slightly aroused.He could see the pebbling of her nipples against her dress.For a long moment, his mind blanked as he wondered about those nipples.

Then she stood up, taking the papers with her.She lifted them slightly, silently telling him she’d review the details, that she understood he needed privacy for his phone call.

Dimitri barely registered her subtle acknowledgment because the moment she turned and walked toward the door, his brain ceased functioning altogether.

The red dress moved like liquid over her lush curves, shifting with every step, molding to the perfect roundness of her ass.It wasn’t tight, wasn’t inappropriate in any way, but that only made it worse.It teased.It hinted.It suggested.