Wedding day:
Lorenzo and I arrive at the wedding together and we haven’t been able to stop checking each other out discreetly. He looks like a Male model for Tom Ford, in that sexy suit. Good Lord.
This is only temporary, Nala. Don’t get hooked. Remember what you are getting paid for. I keep repeating that to myself every time a naughty thought crosses my mind. He’s not only my boss, he’s the man I’m supposed to be helping to find his perfect woman.
He loops his arm around mine and leads me inside. I sigh.
“Um, Boss... maybe it’s best people think that this is only a friendly date... in case you meet the right woman tonight.”
When he looks at me his mood changes and he frowns, but then he quickly snaps out of it.
“Right, of course.”
He motions me to my seat and sits next to me. God,
