I pull on my ball gown and then realise I have no way of zipping up the back. Try as I might, nothing is going to help me get that zip up. With a sigh of frustration, I realise that I am going to need Alex's help. I call down and moments later I hear his footsteps on the stairs. As he enters my room, I take in the sight of him suited and booted in his tux and, for a moment, my heart skips a beat.
I turn so that I am standing in front of the long mirror, holding up my strapless bodice, with my bare back to Alex. "Could you give me a hand with the zip? I just can't seem to get it to budge," I ask. Without a word, Alex crosses the room and comes to stand behind me. I catch his eye in the mirror and smile at him, but an expression I can't read crosses his face. I would say it was lust, but I
