I read the information again on my phone. Formal? What the hell constitutes as formal?
Damn him and his confusing sexy invitations. I flip through the rack in the department store, annoyed.
That’s too short, that’s too tight, that’s too daggy.
It’s not like I’m going to be wearing these clothes for long, anyway, is it? He’s going to rip them off my body the moment he sees me.
I smile to myself. What a problem to have. A bottomless credit card to buy something pretty to wear for a date with a big dicked sexy god.
What is my life? I’ve turned into Pretty Woman.
Julian has meetings on and off all day today, but something has changed between us since our meeting yesterday. He’s openly watching me now. He didn’t do that last week. In fact, he avoided eye contact at all costs.
My phone ri
