Chapter Eighteen

Nala.

I was sure how he had managed it, but a week later I stepped out of the bathroom after a long hot shower and soak to find a gorgeous evening gown laid out on the bed. It was a deep teal, the sumptuous fabric like silk to the touch and it was so light, it almost felt like air. The cut was beautiful, clinging yet not, flowing. I wouldn’t look like i was wearing a circus tent, but I also wouldn’t look like a stuffed sausage.

“It will look beautiful on you.” The deep masculine voice sent a shiver of need down my spine.

I held the massive bath sheet in place and turned toward Salvatore. He leanednL negligently against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and ankles crossed as well. His hair was windblown and unruly, his pristine white shirt was wrinkled, the top few buttons undone and the arms were rolled up and pushed to his elbows which exposed his deeply tanned and strong forearms. His slacks were equally disheveled, the harsh straight creases now flattened while other wrinkl