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It was disconcerting, made her feel vulnerable Which was ridiculous; she often ordered outfits or lingerie when she needed a quick change for an unexpectedor lunch They were picked out and delivered by any one of the many anonymous salesmen or women she e things they had handled

She didn’t even pick her own toothpaste; her concierge service took care of all her household purchases

But Polly couldn’t help staring at the pretty lilac bra and pants, the sleeveless, fifties-style su just before her knees Had he just grabbed the first things he had seen—or were they chosen especially for her?

Either way it was a choice between the dress or the tracksuit she’d slept in

Slowly Polly slipped on the underwear and buttoned up the dress, her hands uncharacteristically clued—for now

Luckily she always carried a selection of miniatures from her favourite make-up brands with her and in just a fewthe last of the daloss an ar her feet into the flowered flip-flops Gabe had provided, she stepped out of the bathrooely shy

‘Better?’ she asked

‘That colour suits you I thought it would’ There was a huskiness in his voice that reached deep inside her and tugged, a sweet sensual pull that made her sway towards him

‘Matches my eyes,’ she said, ahat a la, to try and break the hypnotic spell his words had cast

‘Non’ Gabe was still staring at her as if she were so deliciously edible ‘Your eyes are darker’

Polly felt exposed before the hunger in his eyes The dip of the dress suddenly seemed horribly low-cut, the hemline indecently short, her arms too bare ‘I’ve never worn a supermarket dress before,’ she said

‘No’ He gave a quick bark of laughter and just like that the air of sensuality that had been swelling, filling the room, disappeared ‘Polly Rafferty in prêt-à-porter There’s a first for everything’

‘I wear ready-to-wear all the time,’ she protested