She suspiciously bent over, making sure her ass was turned away from me. That self consciousness was forgotten when she pulled out a slender white box.

I hedged my bets, remember? And I put it all on yes.

She tore open the box and practically cooed when she saw the black trench coat I’d bought for her. The awe was drained from her face when she peeked at the price tag.

“I can’t keep this!” she exclaimed. “It costs more than a month’s rent!”

“As my assistant,” I explained curtly, “You’re an extension of me. It means you must look the part, Leila.”

She hesitated, stroking the coat like it was some brand new kitten, then pulled it out and over her bare body. When she smiled, nothing else mattered.

Natasha’s voice burst the bubble. “Mr. Whitmore, your car has arrived.”

“Thank you.” I rose from the chair and went to Leila, my heart thumping wildly in my chest when she didn’t shy away when I took her hand and brought my knuckles to her lips.

I left her then, before I did something ridiculous, like start to fall for her.

When I stepped into the hall with a smile on my face, I knew it was too late.

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