CHAPTER 62: KING AGAINST PAWNS

MICHAEL

My fingers played with my bottom lip as I watched Natasha step out of the fitting room, smoothing her shirt with her hands.

I expected her confusion when we arrived at the boutique. I thought she would ask many questions and start chattering away, but instead, she obediently followed my every order like a speechless robot.

She stood there just a few feet away from me, resembling a statue after trying on the gown.

Apart from spelling boredom, her face was like a book written in a language I couldn't decipher.

I initiated a game, but she seemed like a pro countering my amateur attack.

Fuck, should I be more cautious, or perhaps not?

Both of her hands were clasped behind her, shooting me a fiery side glance.

After the morning interview, she must have stayed outside. She still wore the same suit, but her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her face was free of makeup.

The way she stood highlighted the curves of her body, making them more pronounced.

Her chest appeared fuller, an