Whitney's mind was already racing with images of every tool she had in her arsenal to seduce him. She would show up to that party glowing, radiant, unforgettable. She would make Alex see her—want her—need her.
But as she sat sipping tea, she couldn't help the sinking feeling gnawing at her chest:
What if someone else had already made him feel that way?
*****
Eva stood in front of the full-length mirror, draped in a pair of high-waisted designer pants that clung to her hips. The soft lighting in the upscale boutique cast a golden glow on her bare shoulders. Everything here reeked of luxury. And she was drowning in it.
Curtis paced behind her with a focused look in his eyes. With the precision of a stylist on a mission, he was tossing clothes her way—halter tops, pencil skirts, blouses, blazers.
