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“Lloyd. Senna Lloyd.”
A smile lights up the man’s face.
“Oh... You must be S. Lloyd. The owner of Stripped.”
“Yeah. That’s me,” I say, stifling a grin.
He stretches his hand out to meet mine.
“Sean. I’ve read everything about your company,” he says as we shake hands. “She’s looking for JT,” he tosses at the girl who stops near us.
“It was nice meeting you,” he says, still glancing over his shoulder in my direction as he smoothly pulls away.
The woman doesn’t seem impressed with me.
She gives me a quick once over, expertly taking inventory of my dress and black heels. Eyes rooted on my handbag, she touches her phone screen and speaks softly in her earpiece.
“You have a visitor,” she says, her eyes not leaving me for a second.
“Who is it?”
His voice lifts from the speaker, making me twice as nervous.
“Senna Lloyd. She’s returning a package.”
A pause ensues.
The woman flicks her eyes up, looking at me, intrigued.
“Let her in,” he says evenly.
Expressionlessly, she motions to me to follow her.
A few strides later, we take a turn, walk a few steps down a corridor and stop in front of a wooden door.
She glances at me one last time before pushing the door open and gesturing me to step in.
Feet on his desk, laptop on his knees, Jaden shoots his gaze straight to me. The few moments I hold his eyes feel like an eternity before he flicks his hand and dismisses the woman waiting in the doorway.
“Close the door, Gabrielle.”
The woman shuts the door behind me.
I take a couple of strides, stop across from him, and drop the box on his desk. It lands open, the top sliding off, the gown spilling out.
“You can do better than this. I don’t need an apology. And sure enough, I don’t need a new dress.”
He slides the laptop onto his desk and rises to his feet. The moment he straightens, the whole room fills with his presence, making my pulse spike. I do my best to look unaffected while he searches my eyes, craving some answers.
He saunters in my direction, closing the distance between us. I take a step back.
He shoots his hand up.
“I’m not touching you,” he says.
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“I didn’t say you were.”
