The Love From Vengeance (Ariel and Luke) novel Chapter 362

362 SENSUAL SURPRISES 

LUKE’S POV 

I stood in the mirror, perfecting my hair, trying to get the perfect look for tonight’s party. Harriet was still in the shower. This was going to be a night to remember, since I would be introducing her to my grandfather. 

I went to grab my suit, which I had placed on the bed, and then Harriet popped out of the shower, naked. I quickly turned my face around, obscuring my eyes. I heard her laugh. 

“What’s the problem, Luke? Aren’t you my boyfriend?” 

I couldn’t help but chuckle nervously as I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Of course I am, Harriet.“It’s just that… well, I wanted to keep the surprise for later.” 

I could hear her laughter echoing in the bathroom, and it made me smile despite my awkwardness. You’re too cute, Luke. Don’t worry, I won’t spoil the surprise.” 

Taking a deep breath, I turned back around, relieved to see Harriet wrapped in a towel as she app ed 

1. me. “You look stunning, as always,” I said, admiring her natural beauty. 

She grinned, leaning in to give me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, Luke. You clean up pretty well yourself.” 

I chuckled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Tonight was already shaping up to be an unforgettable 

side. one, and I couldn’t wait to share it with Harriet by my 

Harriet stepped closer, her towel slipping slightly. I couldn’t help but admire the graceful curve of her silhouette. “Alright, what’s the verdict on my hair tonight?” she asked. 

I couldn’t suppress a grin. “Well, since you’re asking for my expert opinion,” I teased, “I’d say something elegant yet playful, just like you.” 

let’s go for 

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Luke. Now, are you going to help me or not?” 

I pretended to mull it over, but the truth was, I couldn’t resist the chance to run my fingers through her hair. “Fine,” I relented with a dramatic sigh. “But only because I’m captivated by those adorable eyes of 

yours.” 

Harriet laughed, settling into a chair in front of the mirror as I gathered the necessary tools. As I stood behind her, I felt this rush of warmth in the intimacy of the moment. Gently, I began to comb through her hair, marveling at its softness under my touch. 

“Ouch!” she called out as I hit a shag, and I winced in sympathy. 

“Sorry, sorry,” I apologized, carefully untangling the stubborn knot. “I promise I’ll be more gentle.” 

With each stroke of the comb, I felt a sense of connection between us, as if we were in our own little world. Harriet’s reflection in the mirror seemed to glow with a radiant beauty that took my breath away. 

I reached for the styling gel, and my hand brushed against her shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. I marveled at the way her skin seemed to come alive under my touch, her every movement a symphony of 

grace 

Lost in the moment, I began to shape her hair into Intricate curls, each one a testament to the love and affection I felt for her. With each twist and turn, I found myself falling deeper and deeper under her spell, completely lost in the magic of the night. 

And as I put the finishing touches on her hair, I had this surge of pride at the sight of her reflection in the mirror. She was more than just beautiful; she was breathtaking, a vision of perfection that took my breath 

away. 

“Wow,” she breathed, turning to face me with a smile that lit up the room. “You really are amazing, Luke.” 

I couldn’t help but grin, feeling a sense of satisfaction within me. “I’m just doing my job, ma’am,” I replied with a mock salute. “Now, shall we go and conquer that party together?” 

Harriet laughed at my mock salute. “Oh, you’re too much, Luke,” she said, playfully swatting my arm. 

I grinned, reveling in her laughter. “I’m just trying to keep things interesting,” I replied, feigning innocence. 

She shook her head, still chuckling. “Well, you certainly succeed at that.” 

She turned to grab her dress, and I really admired the way the fabric draped over her curves, accentuating 

her beauty even more. 

“Here, let me help you with that,” I offered, reaching out to take the dress from her. 

Harriet arched an eyebrow and had a playful smirk on her lips. “Oh, really? “And what makes you think I need your help?” 

I chuckled, stepping closer to her. “Because,” I said, draping the dress over her shoulders, “I happen to be 

an expert in the art of dressing.” 

She rolled her eyes, but I could see the hint of amusement in them. “Fine, have it your way,” she relented, 

lifting her arms so I could slide the dress down her body. 

When I slowly zipped up the back of the dress, a sense of reverence washed over me. Harriet’s soft skin seemed to glow under my touch, and the way her body pressed against mine sent a thrill down my spine. 

With each delicate movement, I savored the intimacy of the moment, relishing in the feel of her warmth against my skin. And as I finally secured the zipper in place, I had to admire the way the dress hugged her figure, accentuating every curve. 

Harriet let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed as she leaned back against me. “Thank you, Luke,” she murmured. 

I smiled, placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder. “Anytime, my dear,” I whispered.