Chapter 21

• That finally got his attention. His gaze lifted from the magazine, calm and deliberate. “You’re already beautiful,” he said simply. “Why would you need it?”
• The words landed heavier than they should’ve. I rolled my eyes, trying to shake it off. “I know you think that,” I said, heading for my vanity, “but I think I look better with it. Now, go. Showed.”
• Dennis smirked, tossed the magazine across the room, and stood. As he passed me, he leaned just close enough to wink. “Bossy.”