Free Lovers Premiere (Kimani Romance) by Adrianne Byrd Page A

with the big butterfly bow in the back.”
    The petite rep blinked in surprise and then quickly scrambled for her paperwork. “I have here that you asked for the gold drape halter.”
    Sofia sucked in a breath. She could literally feel her blood pressure rising. “Where are my pills?” She rushed off toward the bathroom and downed one of the much-hated pills.
    â€œAre you all right?” Robyn asked nervously when Sofia returned to the room.
    â€œI will be,” she said, pulling in a few measured breaths.
    â€œI’m not sure what to tell you” the rep said. “I spoke to Stewart myself and—”
    â€œStewart? All he was supposed to do was arrange the delivery date—not select my dress. I had selected my dress.” Breathe. Breathe. “You know what? Never mind. What do we have to do to fix this? How fast can we get the other dress here?”
    Robyn blinked and then glanced at her watch. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid that just can’t possibly happen. Your gala is in less than an hour.”
    Breathe. Breathe. That was hard since at that moment all she wanted to do was find Stewart, wrap her hands around his thick neck and squeeze.
    â€œDon’t you want to just try it on?” Robyn asked.
    â€œIt doesn’t look like I have a choice now.” Stripping out of the hotel’s robe, she quickly stepped into the gold dress and glanced into the full-length mirror while Robyn zipped her up. Her anger immediately dissipated.
    â€œI think it looks beautiful on you,” Robyn complimented.
    Sofia turned and assessed herself from different angles. She actually liked it better than the dress that she had picked out originally. “Looks like Stewart actually got one right.” She shook her head. “Amazing.” The dress was short, hitting her around mid-thigh, and the shimmering gold color reflected beautifully off her mocha skin. And it felt fun and flirty when she did practice turns.
    After filling out the paperwork for the dress, Sofia rushed to put on her accessories while the woman took her leave. When Sofia exited from her bedroom, Ramell was in the living room sliding into his tuxedo jacket. They stopped and stared at one another. At that moment, Sofia was convinced that Ramell Jordan looked good in everything.
    â€œWow. Don’t you look amazing,” he said.
    She blushed—that was something she had been doing a lot of lately. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.” Approaching him with slow, measured steps, Sofia noticed that Ram’s tie was slightly off-center. “Here. Let me help you with that.”
    Ram smiled when her slim fingers quickly went to work with his tie. Being this close he was able to get a good whiff of her perfume. On her first go around, sheactually made the tie worse off than it was before so she had to try again. While she concentrated on the tie, he kept drinking in her beautiful profile while fighting the urge not to kiss her again. The more he kept trying not to, the more he wanted to do it.
    After a minute, he started to give into gravity and lean forward. She would probably stop him, slap him or give into the kinetic energy he knew that she had to feel flowing between them. When he was within an inch of her lips, her fingers stopped fiddling with his tie.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” she whispered.
    â€œSomething spontaneous.” His lips gently landed against hers and stirred up old feelings deep within him. She moaned first and then he pulled her closer. Thrilled and surprised that she was allowing herself to go with the moment, Ram experienced a renewal of hope of what was possible between them.
    Their lips only pulled apart because of the necessity of oxygen. And even then he pressed his forehead against hers so that their breaths could commingle.
    â€œWhat are we doing?” she asked, panting.
    â€œSomething that we should’ve done a long time