Page 49 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

The baby-blue silk gown that hugs me perfectly, the deep neckline risky but elegant, the slit high enough to make Valentino forget how to breathe.

Giana gasps. “Oh, my god. This is it.”

I turn to the mirror, my breath catching.

It’s perfect.

Giana smirks. “Valentino is going to lose his damn mind when he sees you in this.”

I bite my lip.

Do I want him to look at me that way?

Yes.

And suddenly, I don’t know whether I’m excited or absolutely terrified.

Because if I keep playing this game, I might just lose myself in it.

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VALENTINO

Iswear,womenhavesome kind of superpower.

How else could I explain the absolute torture I was going through right now?

Layla sits next to me in the passenger seat of my car, her legs crossed, her dress riding dangerously high on her thighs. The silky fabric clings to her body like it was made for sin, and every time she shifts, my control unravels just a little bit more.

I grip the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turn white.

I’m not the kind of man who loses composure over a woman. But damn it, Layla Gallo was built to test me.

I flick a glance her way. Big mistake.

She’s biting her lip. Biting her damn lip.

She’s nervous about tonight.

“Who got you that dress?” I ask before I can stop myself.

She turns to me slowly, arching a brow, her lips curving into a wicked little smirk. “Why?”

A sharp jolt of possessiveness surges through me. I don’t even try to mask it. “If it was an ex, I just need to know so I can throw the damn thing in a bonfire.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Relax, caveman. It wasn’t an ex.”

I exhale, somewhat satisfied, but not entirely.

The idea of another man buying Layla something as intimate as this dress makes me want to wreck something.

She studies me for a moment, amusement flickering in her gaze. “You could just admit you like it. Why the interrogation?”

I drag my eyes over her slowly, from the elegant curve of her neck to the way the dress hugs every perfect inch of her.

“Oh, I like it.” My voice drops, dark and rough. “Maybe a little too much.”

Her breath hitches.

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