The ballroom shimmered with crystal chandeliers, and the air hummed with anticipation. I stood at the entrance, my arm linked with Samantha's. She wore the blue dress I'd sent for her—a vision of elegance that left me momentarily breathless. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes sparkled like sapphires. But she was still a collateral and my assistant. I shouldn't forget that.
"Samantha," I said, my voice low, "you look beautiful tonight"
Wait this was the third time I said this tonight. What the f**k is wrong with me?.
She blushed, her gaze flitting away. "Thank you, sir."
I frowned. "We're at a gala, Samantha. You can call me Dominic tonight."
She hesitated, then nodded. "Very well, Dominic."
"Is this your girlfriend, sir? Are we expecting a wedding soon? Dominic, over
