Alec’s cold fingertips touched my skin covering the bones at the top of my spine, making me shiver. He cupped the back of my neck, gently resting his palm there, but I felt his possession all over. My gaze found his through the mirror. He’d taken off his suit jacket and tie, and undone the top buttons of his dress shirt.
“You looked beautiful tonight,” he said in his deep voice.
I spoke quietly. “Thank you.”
I hated him, and I hated how I loved him even more. The yellow orchid had been my best work . . . until him. Our sculpture tonight was a stunning masterpiece, and we had two more in progress which I felt confident would exceed it.