After what felt like the longest day of my life, it was finally time for the so-called date. My nerves were everywhere, and honestly, I wasn’t sure if I was about to throw up or pass out. Probably both. I mean, who even agrees to a fake relationship with their boss? Oh, right. Me.
I stood by the lobby entrance, smoothing my dress for the thousandth time. It wasn’t anything too fancy—just a simple black number that I thought screamed “casual but professional.” Now, I wasn’t so sure. Maybe it just screamed “I didn’t know I would be dining with a billionaire tonight.”
Sebastian arrived, stepping out of his sleek black car like he was starring in a movie. He adjusted his cufflinks as he walked toward me, his face unreadable. Of course, he looked perfect. Tailored suit, crisp white shirt, an
