Chapter 3
[Aubrey]
Brent cast an arm toward a sleek leather chair. “Please, take a seat.”
I sank into it, utterly distracted by how gorgeous he was. Dressed in gray slacks, a white open-collared shirt with the sleeves rolled to reveal muscular, tanned forearms, and a black vest, Brent looked like he belonged in a fashion magazine.
His black curls framed his forehead perfectly, and when his vibrant green eyes met mine, I forgot how to breathe.
His office exuded holiday warmth—soft Christmas music, fake snow on the windows, and twinkling lights. It was far more festive than I’d expected. And Brent? He was stunning. I silently thanked the universe that I hadn’t shown up in my old black dress.
When he smiled, flashing perfect white teeth, my heart stumbled painfully. I was screwed. This
