Chapter 411

The dress hung loosely on Evelyn's petite frame. Designed to accentuate curves, the plunging neckline now gaped dangerously as one strap slid down her shoulder, revealing porcelain skin that glowed under the dim lighting.

Her citrusy shampoo mingled with the subtle vanilla of her perfume, creating an intoxicating aroma that made Nathaniel's grip tighten on the armrest. His gaze darkened as it traced the exposed collarbone, throat working visibly.

Evelyn followed his line of sight and gasped. The fallen strap had dragged the neckline lower, exposing more than intended. Heat flooded her cheeks as she slapped a hand over her chest.

"Eyes up here, Mr. Grayson!"

She yanked the strap back into place, but the oversized dress betrayed her again. Both straps slipped this time, the fabric pooling at her elbows. Mortification burned through her as she struggled with the rebellious garment.

Nathaniel's chuckle rumbled through the room. With deliberate slowness, he hooked the straps over his fingers and repositioned them. His touch lingered, tracing the curve of her shoulder.

"Like moonlight on silk," he murmured, thumb brushing the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

Evelyn caught the predatory glint in his eyes and leapt backward. "I should go. The others are waiting."

Nathaniel blocked her path effortlessly. "Not dressed like that."

"But I'm starving! The barbecue—" She shook her head, frowning. "What's wrong with this dress?"

His jaw tightened. "It's practically transparent. Might as well parade around in your underwear."

Evelyn scoffed. "Please. I've seen you at galas where women wore less fabric than my napkin. Spare me the prudish act."

Nathaniel's expression turned dangerous. "Those women aren't you. No one sees what's mine." He reached for his phone. "I'll have dinner brought up."

"No deal." Evelyn edged toward the door. Every instinct screamed that staying meant surrendering to the hunger in his gaze.

"Evelyn." His warning tone sent shivers down her spine.

She bolted.

Nathaniel moved like lightning. His hand closed around her wrist, spinning her into his chest. Before she could protest, his mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss burned through her defenses, his teeth scraping her lower lip before trailing down her throat.

"Stop!" Evelyn shoved against his shoulders. "Nathaniel, don't—"