“Is it safe?" That was my answer on Sunday afternoon while Sterling and I were in his office, when he asked if I wanted to go out to dinner—out of the apartment.
“Sunshine, I wouldn't ask you if it weren't."
My cheeks rose. “You did ask."
His finger landed on my nose. “So observant. I did."
I'd been answering emails for Sinful Threads at the table while Sterling had been at his desk doing whatever he did. Now he was standing right in front of me, and focusing on the screen of my laptop was no longer my priority.
I stood to meet him. “Then does that mean I can say no?"
“You can say whatever you want. I thought you might want to get out of here."
My lips came together as I thought about his proposal.
Over the last week, I tried not to give it much thought. Each day, I left the apar
