PRETEND PRINCESS
Creed's POV
Fabulous.
That was the best my brain could do then.
She appeared… amazing.
Sweat sprinkled across her forehead, a fine sheen flashing on her skin — and that dress.
My God, that dress made her a princess from some faraway, unreachable kingdom.
A bright, deep red, cinched just so at the waist, flowing out in liquid silk.
"You're in the ladies' restroom, Mr. Malcolm," she gasped, breathless, flustered — and outrageously adorable.
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