“But you’ve never been in his space,” May said knowingly.
“Exactly.”
“You’ll be fine,” Damien said, his tone light. “He’s just a guy. A really intense, moody guy with ridiculously expensive furniture.”
Georgia huffed a laugh, but the tight feeling in her chest didn’t fade. Her fingers curled around the clutch in her lap, her pulse tapping under her skin like a warning.
She wasn’t sure why she’d taken time to change into this dress. She wasn’t sure why she’d checked her reflection three times before stepping out. She told herself it was because of the importance of the message she had to give Lucian, Bonnie had signed the file. That was it.
And yet… her hands were a little sweaty. Her stomach wouldn’t settle. The fact that it was late, and dark, didn’t help.
After about fifteen minute
