"What do you think you're doing, Aiden Hawk?" Serena hissed, her voice low but sharp as she clutched the bodice of her gown with one hand. Her other hand was firmly planted on his chest, desperately trying to push him out of the small, enclosed trial room.
Aiden, who had the audacity to enter without an invite, only grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I'm helping you dress up, dear," he drawled, his tone dripping with a mixture of playfulness and arrogance.
Serena narrowed her eyes. "Get out of this room, Aiden, and fetch an assistant right away. Or I swear, I will scream," she warned. "I'm going to count to three."
When he simply shrugged and raised an eyebrow at her, "Three." Serena opened her mouth to let out a scream when he placed a hand over it, pulling her close," Who begins counting from three! You fool."
