She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 910

"I wasn't trying to monitor or stalk you. I bought the dress because I couldn't stand the thought of you walking out of there empty-handed."

Preston held her gaze. His intense gaze had softened, shining with a rare, earnest clarity.

A momentary flutter of panic rippled through Melanie's chest.

"Don't do it again. What if the measurements were wrong? Just because you're loaded doesn't mean you can throw money around like that."

Firing off the flippant excuse, she stepped aside, clearing the path for him to enter.

"The measurements are never wrong."

Preston's nonchalant voice drifted in right behind her.

"No one is more intimately acquainted with your body than I am."

Heat instantly blasted across Melanie's face, turning her bright red.

"Get out!"

The second Preston stepped inside, Melanie shoved him hard toward the door.

"Get the hell out, you creep!"

Melanie was flushed crimson as she pushed against him. Whether it was from fury or sheer embarrassment, it ignited a dangerous spark in Preston's usually composed demeanor.

Suddenly, his hands clamped firmly onto her waist, freezing her in place.

Even through the barrier of his gloves and her clothing, the scorching heat of his palms radiated directly into her sensitive skin.

Melanie snapped her eyes to him, only to instinctively dodge his searing, heated stare.

"What do you think you're doing? Let go of me. Harassing your boss—I'll fire you on the spot!"

She tried to project absolute authority, though she knew damn well her threats wouldn't faze him in the slightest.

Preston didn't push any boundaries; he simply kept his commanding grip on her waist.

The air in the room instantly thickened with an intoxicating sexual tension, making Melanie feel so hot she was practically sweating.

She mentally cursed herself for not turning on the AC the moment she walked in.

They stood locked in that intimate embrace for a long, heavy moment before Preston finally broke the silence.

"Just as I thought. Still a perfect fit."

"Are you just messing with me?"

Melanie smacked his hands away fiercely.

Her waist practically hummed with phantom heat from his touch, forcing her to fan her burning face.

Preston casually walked over and flicked on the air conditioning.

"Is that better?"

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