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“Of course not. Every woman wants a gentleman in the streets and a beast in the sheets,” I whisper low enough so my cubicle mates don’t hear me.
His eyes glint as he takes a little bow. “Pardon my mistake then. Will you do me the honor of gracing me with your presence tomorrow evening for dinner and cocktails?”
“Emphasis on the cock?” I raise a brow.
Rowan drops his head back and laughs until I join him. It warms me from my head to my toes to see his eyes light up and his lips remain permanently upturned.
Which makes my next comment that much harder.
“I can’t go out with you tomorrow. We’re having a late team meeting to discuss a few loose ends on previous proposals tomorrow.”
“Good thing you have an in with your boss.”
“No way! That’s an abuse of power.”
“What’s the point of having all this power if I don’t use it?”
I blink at him. “I’m going to pretend you did not just say that.”
“Pretend all you want. It doesn’t change the outcome.”
“But—”
He raises a brow. “Either you message Jenny or I will.”
I glare at him. “Your bossiness is losing its charm.”
He leans over, placing the softest kiss on my cheek. “We’ll have to test the theory out in a few circumstances then. Just to be sure.”
“You’re always so thorough with everything you do.”
Hegrins. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He moves away, taking his cologne and addictive pheromones with him. “And answer my messages from now on.”
“I can once I get a replacement phone.” I point at a bowl filled with rice.
“Do I even want to know?”
I grin. “Probably not.”
Even after Rowan leaves, I can’t stop smiling to myself.
Because I’m going on a date tomorrow with RowanDon’t-Know-What-the-G-Stands-For-YetKane.
* * *
Power wears many faces. Tonight, mine is drawn from the look on Rowan’s face when I exit my apartment.
“You look like…a princess.” He rubs his jaw.
I beam as I run a hand down the bottom half of my yellow dress, pressing down the puffy tulle. My mom made it for me after I raved about a similar dress from a celebrity. Against my brown skin, the material reminds me of early morning sunrays.
Rowan’s gaze becomes lethal. His eyes flick from my corset top to my fluffy skirt.
While he’s looking at me, I stare at him. Out of all his suits, this one is by far my favorite. I’m not sure if he knows that. The way the royal blue material plasters against his skin has me wanting to invite him into my apartment and forget all about our dinner plans.
Our eyes connect. He curses at whatever look I have written all over my face. Instead of listening to my suggestion, he grabs my hand and hauls me away, muttering under his breath the entire time.
* * *
