Grady's POV
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine walking into that boutique to greet Natalie and Monica would change my life. There she stood—a vision of perfection. Michelle radiated elegance, her presence illuminating the entire store like some rare, priceless treasure on display.
My eyes couldn't help but admire every inch of her flawless chocolate skin, those gorgeous curls cascading down her shoulders. The primal part of me immediately imagined my fingers running through that hair, my lips exploring every inch of her toned physique. Michelle wasn't just beautiful—she was mesmerizing.
I lingered with the girls, using them as my excuse to hover near this enchanting saleswoman who seemed completely immune to my charms. When Natalie and Monica tried on those short dresses, an idea struck me—I needed to see Michelle in something equally revealing. So I fabricated a story about needing a gift.
