ANNA
I TOOK CARE of any impending swooning by calling Toni earlier on to tell him I would have Alanzo with me. The latter caught my worried look, though, as he drove us towards the shop.
“Don’t worry about it. It’ll be fine.”
“You’re wearing ripped jeans and a black tee. It’s not fine.”
He frowned. “What’s wrong with this? Should I have worn my usual? I don’t see anything wrong with it.”
“You’re a killer on your suits but you’re too sexy on casual clothes. Toni will eat you alive. It’s going to be a big problem.”
He was grinning before I could even finish what I was saying. The next moment, he was holding my hand. “Don’t worry, baby. All this merchandise are yours, whatever it’s wearing or nothing.”
I grinned, too, like an i***t, after I heard that.
“And they really should get used
