CHAPTER 25

  Christopher's POV

  I slouched in the plush armchair, nursing a glass of scotch as Ashley twirled in front of me. The boutique's staff had cleared out, leaving us alone among racks of overpriced fabric.

  "What do you think of this one, Mr. Wallace?" Ashley cooed, striking a pose in a slinky red dress. The dress hugged her curves like a second skin.

  "It's... fine," I drawled, swirling the amber liquid in my glass.

  "Just fine? I thought you'd love it."

  I set my drink down and stood up, circling her like a shark. "Let's see what else we can find, shall we?"

  I picked through the racks, selecting a range of outfits - modest navy sheaths, skimpy silver pieces, and a lacy negligee.

  "Try these on," I ordered, savoring Ashley's widening eyes at the pile.

  She disappeared into the dressing room, emerging moments later in a conservative black dress.

  "Boring. Next."

  Ashley huffed but obeyed, reappearing in a revealing gold cocktail dress.