Gerard was basking in the warm sun, straightened as Choice approached, his sunglasses sliding down his nose as his gaze fell upon her. With the effortless grace of a man at ease in his own skin, he stepped away from the bumper of the vehicle, the very picture of calm composure.
"Ms. Choice," he greeted her, his voice rich with respect. "I trust you found your meeting satisfactory?"
"Kind of. You waited?" She asked, surprised by his resilience.
"President Ray ordered to take you home before heading to the company." He said and gave a wide grin.
Right. Ray.
The control freak, she thought and returned his smile.
Choice's brow raised in surprise at Gerard's revelation, her lips curling into a smirk. "President Ray ordered you to take me home? What a considerate man," she said, her voice
