Page 25 of The Billionaire's Vow

“Good morning, sir!”Giselle chirped, bright and professional even as a blush warmed her cheeks.

Dimitri rubbed the back of his neck, feeling unexpectedly awkward.He’d never actually given a woman a dress before.Sure, he’d paid for women’s clothes, but that usually involved handing over a credit card and suggesting they have fun.

This felt… different.

More personal.

More dangerous.

And because he had no idea how to approach her, he fell back on what he knew best—being gruff and demanding.

He realized almost immediately that it was a mistake.

Apparently, saying, “Put this on.It will look better,” wasn’t the most effective approach.

The shy, hesitant woman he’d enjoyed yesterday vanished.Giselle took the dress carefully, smoothing her fingers over the fabric, but her silver-blue eyes hardened.

So did his body.

“Sir,” she started.

He stepped closer before she could finish, drawn by the flash of defiance in her eyes… and the faint rise and fall of her breath.

“Giselle,” he murmured, his voice low and full of warning, “if you call me sir one more time, I’m going to paddle your adorable ass.”

The sharp gasp sent a thrill through him.

Her fingers tightened on the edge of her desk, knuckles whitening.Her pupils expanded, and he watched the quick flick of her gaze toward his mouth before she caught herself.

She liked that.

She liked him.

Heat slid through him, tightening every muscle.It took every ounce of restraint not to reach for her — to pull her up, press her against the desk, and find out exactly how much she liked him.

Instead, he forced himself to step back.

He adjusted his cuffs, using the movement to regain control, then let his gaze sweep deliberately over her.He hadn’t bothered with a jacket today — just slacks and a crisp white shirt — and he caught the way her eyes dipped briefly before snapping back to his face.

Good.

He liked that she wasn’t immune.

“Come to my office,” he said, his voice rougher than he intended.“I’m changing your job title.”

Her brows lifted slightly, surprise flickering across her face.

But he didn’t give her time to respond.

He turned and walked out, fully expecting her to follow instructions.

He’d thought wrong.

Moments later, his office door flew open.

Giselle marched across the floor, her steps sharp and determined, the red dress clenched in her hand.Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with anger.

She tossed the dress across his desk.It slid toward him in a ripple of red fabric.