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“But we do.”
“Honestly, there’s no need.”
I don’t know whether her refusal to acknowledge last night is cute or aggravating. “We need to discuss what happens next.”
“Nothing happens next.” She crosses her legs, and I hate that she takes away my view of her exposed thigh.
“You’re right. I crossed the line. I shouldn’t have done what I did. It won’t happen again.”
Her shoulders drop, and her lips turn down slightly. “Good. Are we done here? I have reports to review.”
It takes everything in me not to pull her into my lap and lick off her cherry lip gloss while I tell her what’s going on inside my head. Her hand pressed against my chest, feeling the way my heart pounds at the possibility of us, ramming my cock deep inside her until her snarky words turn into needy moans. I want to bask in the beauty of her eyes and gentle smile. Instead, something else comes out of my mouth. “I have the Winchester Benefit dinner tonight. I need you to attend as my guest.” Her brows pin up into her hairline. She’s shocked at my statement. I’m just as stunned, but I can mask it better. What the hell am I doing telling my assistant she’s attending a dinner with me when Alana’s name is already marked as my plus one?
“Wait—what? Don’t you already have a guest?”
Not anymore. A fire I’ll have to put out later. “Yes, you.”
“Me?”
“You.”
She uncrosses her legs and clenches her fingers together in her lap. “Yeah. . . um. . .” Her shoulders lift, and she deflates. “I hate to break it to you, but I don’t own anything that says ‘wear me to a fancy benefit dinner.’ Unless you’re looking for the whole Cinderella without the fairy godmother vibe, why don’t you ask your girl—”
“I’ll have a dress delivered to your apartment. Now, I need to prep for my morning call. I’ll take another cup of coffee as well.” She doesn’t move. Fuck, she’s cute. “We’re done here.”
“Of course we are.” She rolls her eyes and stands. I let her get away with it because I’m fighting a damn boner as I watch her walk out of my office. Once the door is closed, I pick up my phone and dial Human Resources.
“Yes, Mr. Monroe?”
“Theresa, I need to know Miss Evan’s salary.”
“Her original salary or after your adjustment this morning?”
“Both.” She puts me on a short hold before relaying two pitiful numbers. I give her strict instructions and hang up, then dial the number for Valentine’s on Madison.
“Valentine’s, how may I assist you?”
“Fredrick Christoph.”
“Please hold.”
“Yes? Fredrick speaking.”
“Fredrick, it’s Theo Monroe.”
“Mr. Monroe, lovely to hear from you. How are those Armani suits treating you?”
“Fine. I need a dress for the Winchester Benefit dinner from your private collection.” I relay Fay’s size and make sure it will be hand-delivered by five. I end the call and sit back, gripping my neck. What am I doing? Did I just become her fairy godmother?
I told her nothing more would happen between us, yet here I am, dressing her in a designer gown and taking her to a benefit dinner.
I’m losing my mind. What will this accomplish? Why am I trying to make her even more desirable only to deny myself? I want to tell her who she belongs to. Claim her so I can finally have her in my bed. But, fuck, I’d never let her leave. My cock starts to swell again, thinking of her naked on my sheets, her silky brown hair spread over my pillows, my mouth covering her sweet cunt—I grab my phone and press her extension.
“Yes, Mr.—”
“Get in here.”
She walks in, looking annoyed. “Yes?”
