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She couldn’t go and question him about this as he wasn’t even in his office. Closing the box, she put it down beside her chair, holding the card. It was his office’s logo, and he’d signed the back.

No way of telling him no. Nothing.

What did this mean? Three weeks of nothing but the occasional wink and touch, now a dress and dinner.

For the remainder of the day, she struggled to focus on the work at hand. The dress seemed to be burning her where it lay, and she couldn’t think straight. At first, she decided there was no way she’d wear the dress for him, or at all. It had to be returned. She couldn’t afford anything so beautiful. Then she wanted to wear it and to see him to clear the air. She didn’t like this uncertainty between them.

By the time the end of her shift came, she grabbed the box and went to the ladies’ room. Changing out of her work clothes and into the dress, to which she found matching lingerie, she couldn’t deny how lovely it felt to be in something so sexy.

The dress felt good against her body.

Leaving the stall, she stared at her reflection. Removing the pins from her hair, the brown locks fell down her back, and she felt … incredible. Even after a long, hard shift, she didn’t think it was possible to feel this amazing, and yet, here she stood, looking like this.

Grabbing her bag, she put her old clothes inside, and even as she felt silly, she used the stairs rather than the elevator to make her way downstairs. No one stopped her on the way out, and she paused, catching sight of Noah. He leaned against one of his cars. He had an array of cars, many of which she didn’t know or care about.

“I thought I was going to have to come and steal you out of there,” he said, his gaze moving down the entire length of her body. “I knew it would be perfect.”

“You really didn’t have to do this.”

“I know, but I wanted to and I’m pleased I did. You look stunning.”

She tucked some hair behind her ear. “What is all this?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he opened the car door.

“Noah?”

“Have a little faith. I’ve never steered you wrong.”

“It has been three weeks.”

“You’re counting down the days since our last encounter?”

“Please stop messing around.”

“Get in the car,” he said, his tone playful.

She rolled her eyes but moved forward, climbing into the passenger seat. Before she’d even gotten inside, Noah had taken her bags from her. He closed her door, rounding the vehicle, making a quick stop to dump her things inside.

Putting the seatbelt on, she was careful not to wrinkle her dress. She really rather liked it.

“Where are we going?” she asked once he was inside the car.

“Somewhere we can celebrate.” He turned over the engine and pulled away from the curb. She stared out of the window, trying not to look at him even as her gaze was drawn to him.

This pull he had over her, she needed to get control of it. There was no way anything could happen between them. When they were younger, they were nothing alike. Now, it was even more so. She was broke, and he was a rich, successful businessman.

“How are you liking your job?” he asked.

“It’s great, but I saw what you’ve done. I called Arthur to ask him about it, and he had nothing to say.”

“What have I done now?”

She looked over at him. “I now work for you.”

“Skye, you need to learn something.”

“What?”

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