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I’m desperate for something I’m sure couldn’t be racing through his mind as fast as it’s zooming through mine.
I’m waiting for the focus to shift away from me and how I feel.
Maybe some more of those job interview questions would help?
But Xander looks like a man who’s looking forward to something and, despite having me tag along, doesn’t seem to be minding one bit.
“I’m thinking I’ll get you some outfits and anything else you’ll need until your bags arrive,” he informs me. “Then I was wondering…I was hoping you’d join me for some dinner.”
He’s telling me rather than asking, which is fine by me. I’m not really feeling like I could make a decision about anything right now.
So far, my best thinking has landed me in the best but worst situation, so if Xander says shop then eat, I can handle that.
I feel my head pounding as I nod, wondering if all job interviews are like this.
The only real job I ever had was for one night at a restaurant when I was in college.
It was a ‘trial run,’ but they never called me back.
So no. I don’t think this is standard job interview practice. Not by any standards, except Xander’s, maybe.
But then again, I couldn’t see him being like this with everyone.
The staff at the hotel were looking at him like they were almost afraid of him.
Or afraid of what he represents to them, at least.
But I’m not afraid of either. Before long, I’ve forgotten about my mom and dad and my old life all over again.
Forgotten about the outside world as the shroud of Xander’s reality cloaks me all over again once we reach a high-end shopping district. Not someplace I’d usually find myself, but today’s turning into a lot of things I don’t normally do.
“Shall we?” Xander asks, raising both his brows in a question.
He hasn’t moved an inch from having his leg pressed against mine until I answer him.
“Let’s,” I tell him, hoping he catches the feeling I’m broadcasting.
And it has nothing to do with clothes shopping or some job I couldn’t understand.
I want Xander to want me if that’s at all humanly possible.
CHAPTER SIX
Xander
I can’t help but overhear the phone call from her mom, which is the biggest red flag so far.
If she’s here and she’s supposed to be somewhere else, her folks must be worried sick.
How the hell anyone could let her go anywhere on her own…
But I’ve got her now, and I’ll make sure she’s safe.
Once I know for sure that I’m not dreaming that she actually will be mine, I’ll be sure and have her let her mom know that she’s safe.
The limo pulls up out front of the only decent place in town I know to get proper clothes, but I don’t want to move from my seat.
Having her so close feels like the most natural thing in the world. Almost like the spell will be broken if I shift even an inch.
“Shall we?” I rasp, feeling betrayed by my own suggestion but knowing I can’t just sit here like a fool all day either.
The throbbing inches in my pants have other ideas, and so does our driver.
He opens the door on my side, just as it feels like the right moment to lean in and press my lips to hers.
I’m not a patient man, especially when I see what I want. I need to clear the air and find out who she really is.
“What is your name?” I ask her, feeling the heat of the late afternoon on the back of my neck.
“Chloe,” she whispers. Her eyes are bright and clear, looking up at me.
I know she’s telling the truth this time, and probably from now on when it comes to certain questions.
“Chloe,” I echo back to her with my lips curling into a smile. Satisfied, I at least have a name for her now.
A word to at least begin to describe how and why I’m feeling the way I do.
She looks like it might all be over. She knows that I know she’s not who I’m supposed to be seeing today.
But she’s wrong.
Fate or even her shifty ways have brought us together, and my job from now on is keeping her.
Making sure she doesn’t go anywhere without me.
For the sake of appearances, and her nerves, I keep up my end of the charade.
Chloe De Laurent it is for now.
Making our way into the clothing boutique, I introduce Chloe De Laurent to the counter staff and let it be known she needs a full wardrobe.
“Oh…and some formal business wear,” I add.
“At least one suit,” I shrug in Chloe’s direction, knowing full well I don’t want to see Chloe all dressed up for business when all I can think of is pleasuring her when I look at her.
I’m trying to make it so I see her without clothes on, but this is as good an excuse as any to give her a taste of her life from now on.
