Once I step into the lobby, all eyes are on me, but being a superstar, I'm used to it. However, it makes me wonder whether I'm dressed appropriately or not.
I'm pretty sure that I am. I'm aware that I'm entering a formal work environment, so I'm wearing a formal knee-length black dress and heels, my wavy chestnut hair falling loosely on my shoulders, my lips covered in red lipstick.
Still, I seem to attract more attention than I should, becausepeople stop in their tracks when they see me.
A man wearing a suit behind the reception counter startles when he notices me.
He immediately strides toward me. "Mrs. Klein, are you meeting your husband? I will escort you to his office."
Had I told Luke about this visit, he would have sent one of his bodyguards upstairs to escort me, but since this is a surprise, he has no idea about this.
"Yes. I want to surprise him for lunch." I smile, following the man, who seems to be the manager of the building.
"That's wonderful." He throws me an equally warm smile and leads me to a separate elevator.
Just like his office in LA, Luke stays at the top of the building. Once the elevator reaches his floor, I step out after the man.
He leads me along the corridor, and just like in LA, I can't help but wonder why his office feels so cold. It's so different from our home.
One of the bodyguards guarding the door to Luke's office abruptly opens it when he sees me.
The man who just escorted me says, "He's inside. It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Klein." He smiles again.
"Thank you." I return his smile before stepping inside. Apparently, the door isn't immediately connected to his office but his secretary's desk first.
And my eyes widen in surprise.
There before my eyes, I see a female secretary. She looks young, probably younger than me, around 22 or 23, perhaps.
She hasn't noticed me because she's too busy putting bright red lipstick on her lips—it's brighter than the red lipstick I'm wearing.
My eyes scan her V-neck top which exposes her slender collarbones. A smile forms on her lips as she finishes putting on her lipstick, closing her compact mirror, her dirty blonde hair tossed to one side.
My mouth drops open. What the hell? What is she doing here?I didn’t think Luke had a female secretary—and a steaming hot one at that.
Where the hell is Ashton?
And why is she giggling like she just put her lipstick on for someone to see?
For Luke to see?
I feel a sudden restlessness inside my heart. I might be thinking too much, but I just can't help it.
The girl is taken aback when shefinallynotices me. She stands up and steps from her desk to approach me, and my blood boils even more, because I can now see how short her skirt is.
"Mrs. Klein," she abruptly says. "He's currently occupied right now. Have you set an appointment with him?"
What? An appointment? I'm his wife, so I can see him any time I want to, can't I? Why should I make an appointment like seeing my own husband is some kind of business meeting?
"I don’t believe I need to book his time for us to meet," I speak through gritted teeth. "In fact, he's waiting for me."
For God's sake. I'm just going to have lunch with my husband. Is that forbidden here?
Ignoring her complaints, I barge into the room and abruptly halt when I see that Luke is having a meeting. He and four other men sit on the couches, their discussion stopping short as they see me storming in.
Luke stands up as soon as he notices me. I gulp.
Oops. I haven't thought of this kind of situation.
