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Our eyes meet and for once since becoming my employee, Carissa doesn't look away, so I’m forced to break the gaze.
“I’ll send you a driver at seven,” I say casually. “I leave at three and you should too.”
I know that is an insane way to ask a woman to dinner, but I can’t risk her saying no.
On second thought, it would be better to know if she actually wants to go out with me if she’s given the option not to.
“Did I say you look gorgeous this morning?”
Carissa bursts into a round of laughter.
I’m not quite sure how that was funny, but clearly it amuses her.
“Yes, you did. And I’m sorry, but am I allowed to say that was kind of tacky?”
You’re allowed to do anything, Carissa, I think as I stare back at her.
“Maybe. Or maybe you’d be fired by tomorrow.” I chuckle.
“7:00 PM.”
“Yes, sir.”
I look up at her again.
“Jayden,” she corrects herself.
A warm smile tugs at my lips as I watch Carissa from across the candle lit dinner table.
I can’t conceal my approval as I admire her in that dress, a timeless piece that I had chosen for her.
The deep midnight blue dress compliments her porcelain complexion and features a classic A-line silhouette that gracefully flares out from her waist, accentuating her figure and emphasizing her slender waistline.
The alluring V-neckline gloriously showcases her cleavage, leaving me with a nice view for the entire evening.
It really isn't about the dress but the woman wearing it. Carissa wears it with so much elegance that it seems as if the dress was made specifically for her.
I feel a swell of pride for having chosen a gift that not only suits her perfectly, but also makes her look irresistible.
Carissa notices my gaze and blushes with a soft, appreciative smile playing on her lips.
“You stare so much for a dreaded boss,” she says, raising her wine glass to her lips.
“Do I?” I ask, feigning ignorance. “I know I’ve been hard on you, but it's company dynamics.”
She scoffs and leans forward so I can see her cleavage even better.
“Is it? Or were you just trying to punish me for something?”
I don’t bother to look away as my eyes move from her eyes to her cleavage and back again.
“What could that be?”
“A night of passionate and degrading sex,” she says as if trying to recall. “I think that was my offense.”
I let out a short laugh. She’s got me there.
This renewed confidence must be the wine.
