RHYS’ POV
I hadn’t really appreciated how beautiful my driver was until now, watching her approach me with her red hair curled up and falling to one side, blue mini skirt swaying as she walked, black platform heels echoing with each step she took, a teasing smile playing at her lips.
“Were you at a photoshoot?” I asked her, taking in her appearance now that she was up close. She didn’t usually wear makeup to work, but I can’t argue that she looked any different than she did without it; Denova Michaelson was just that gorgeous.
“No,” she replied, her face flaming up. “I went on a date actually.”
A date? With who?
“You’re going on dates when you have a boyfriend?”
I surprised both she and myself by reacting that way. She immediately regained her composure.
“You know we’re not actually
