By the time Phei stepped out of the dressing room, the penthouse had gathered enough beauty, perfume, and feminine attention to turn breakfast into a diplomatic hazard.
He emerged dressed entirely in white.
The high collar of his turtleneck framed his throat and sat close across his broad shoulders, while the fine ribbed fabric followed the strength of his chest and arms with quiet precision. Matching trousers rose neatly around his waist before descending in wide, immaculate lines, their sharp pleats lending graceful structure to the relaxed cut.
Phei wore it, and simplicity became celestial arrogance.
