She was ready. The dress was far shorter than what she normally wore, hitting just above the knee. Snug, strapless, made of a silky material, the cobalt fabric hugged her trim figure and pushed her breasts up, so it looked like she had a lot more to work with than she really did. Leyla pressed the unzipped dress to her chest and studied her image in the mirror. The blue of the fabric perfectly matched his eyes. Had she known when she bought it that she would wear it for him? Subconsciously, had she been thinking of Mason? She had a little stash at the back of her closet filled with clothes she had bought but never worn. Sexy, revealing outfits that had been impulse buys she’d never felt comfortable enough to wear in public. Leyla contorted to find the zipper behind her and gave it a good jerk. It came up halfway. The doorbell rang just as she was ready to curse with frustration.
