Anastasia POV
2 pm comes faster than I can imagine and I'm reeling in my seat.
"What is he going to do?... Will people be there?" I bite my lip, my heart pounding in my chest. This man showed up out of nowhere and now he controls my every thought.
I frown, packing up what's left on my desk for the day, when my assistant walks through the door.
"A driver is here for you, ma'am," she explains.
"Okay, I'll be right down. You can go home," I tell her, grabbing my bag and heading outside. I slip into the car again and, just like this morning, there's another bottle of champagne with a flute waiting for me.
"Again... what's this man's plan?" I mutter under my breath, frowning at the bottle and deliberately avoiding the drink.
The car stops in front of a boutique. The driver leads me insid
